I believe that I hold quite the odd point of view
A skewed portrait that depicts economic conspiracy
Religious beliefs are delightfully delirious
To seek inner peace by a supernatural relief
Entertainers and politicians are elite due to masses of followers
Society's slaves to the system hustling for dollars
Only to pay their leaders

The rain lets up as the sirens start
One world fell in two parts
Remarks silently spoken of reality being broken
Idea recoils further into isolation ruled by false allegations
Under exaggerated hyperbole transcribes the true feeling hidden above the covered-up abomination

A mud-brunette haired woman still beneath ocher skies is undeniably under the enchantment of a man's demise.
His voice weary yet comparable to thunder crashing when the sound waves dig into her ears and bang against the inside of her head.
A fallen Prince of Darkness is the man who would sew a slight patch onto her heart. Unknown to be a conniver when distressed, culprit of the fall-apart.
Demented knowledge correlates amongst hardened truth deemed to be full of light now lay empty, never-ending quest between the forgotten and the tyranny.
The woman with a channel of thought strategic in her efforts to place out of the normal forget-me-nots.

Pretty girl under coverage of a plaid jacket
Not conformed as the rest
They have lit the fire originated from a spark in her eye
Contest the predicted end to a desolate world
Instead lifted spirit reunites with what she never had, but was always there

Beloved atrocity flatters me by any means
Dearly dishonored twist in the mind creepily transmits chills down the spine
Alter-ego of eerie grotesque underneath opposites where lay secrets kept
Wicked distortion of rise and fall like morning and night

You seem to hold traits most unique
A character described as magnificent
Salvaged out of the desperate perceived as insufficient
Peacefully pacing by with mind on your own your business
My peripheral vision caught sight right as it had slipped.

Any meaning comes from the mind
A person, place or time
Painting, belonging or song
How one values a dollar
Many people will tell you
Some holding as much evidence as a scene of a criminal investigation
Do you not see the beauty in it?
It is still up to you to believe them!
And the way that you perceive the situation is entirely weighted on your shoulders
I must say it sounds easily done although on the contrary, us as beings are the only ones who find it quite the difficult task to perform.
We forlorn to create and make; a few give, most take. So simple turned complex, seeking convenience by great measures.
I for one think the microwave has links to your brain; to why you think the way you do, instant gratitude.
Instead of any attempt to adapt or adjust, humans try to fix and cover up
Weak minded creatures we are, similar to the theory of Jigsaw*
The difference between reflex and instinct? It sure does make you think
I live in my own world for if not I would be in another's.