A feast!
To say the very least,
Grand ol fans fold eating from the beast..
But who is really eaten?
Who is not mistaken?
Who will soon awaken?
The eaten aren't alive,
Only the living thrive
To maybe open third eyes...orr
Maybe not.
Majority of people like aesthetics that are not...
Pleasing to me i wander sadly in my mind as I'm unable to see,
Whats enthralling about money that is far from your possession.
Deep inside the being of a monsters thick intestines..
Deep inside the mind of brothers leaving you to die..
I ponder as to why nobody hears my angry cry..
Is it not ferocious?
Still too softly spoken?
Why do you not feel it?
The muddle of erosion..
The lack of conscious thought..
It seems it is on purpose
But still i see your caught.
Your brothers lie to you
They aren't really happy..
Money isn't joy..
Tis a shiesty ploy,
To keep your spanned attention
Within their false direction..

Walk with me children ^.^
Ill show you how to live.
Without bravado talk and pride that money loves to give..

The body is a temple
Some are kind of shoddy
Some are monumental..

I like to test the mote
Dancing with the crocks
Maybe i will die
Maybe i will not..

Laughter from the sky
Laughter from my eyes
You see it clearly now
No longer asking why
I told you once before
I had a lot in-store
A lot of renovations
For my temples nation..

The people that it houses
Shouldn't be inside.
The doors aren't fit to walk in
They aren't very wide.
My temple is unfurnished
and hot like a furnace..

If you don't like it leave..
I don't have doors though so you can come any time..^.^
I dont really mind.

Devour the greatest and you will become the greatest..right?

The beauty in her face was like the stature of a tree,
Keeping me in comfort with its branches over me..<3

Apparently theres actually a bad time for love.
Apparently theres a lack of sentiment from those above.
Apparently were being watched by fed and all his homies.
Apparently if i **** up ill end up far below me.

Gradually the trees will grow and give of lots of zen.
Gradually our bodies break apart while we pretend.
Gradually we find ourselves until we meet our end.

I miss the feeling of being young,
knowing nothing at all.
Blissfully running through life,
unworried if you'll fall.
Life is but a dream,
Until you are awakened.
Rising abrupt from slumber,
feeling chopped like lumber..

The sky could teach us lessons,
although its high above.
It never ever slacks in showing whats under love.

Lust can be disgusting,
Not looking at my mind.
But every piece of beauty in my flesh that you could find..