Wo if I could find
Another name for this beast

I know you all to well
Yet you're still unclear

When I see your face
A mask
but your identity clear

Shrouded by a name and a masked face
And years of brain beating
You're the every human fear
You're the alchemists disgrace
Morals, judgement erased

You won't be anything but the beast

Yet its founded a lie
Over, years
Drown youth
Lined face

The millenium's fate
The  urge to decisigingrate
And feel every ring of pain

Capitalists wealth is of soothing
Release

But the new American wants to feel the pain

They want to suffer, and scrape
At the walls of white paint
Hiding the clear writing

The devil's in your suitcase

And can't save

A fool from his hit

from a pig from his ****

And so I bask in self destruction

Ivory tower suicide

What what the wicked lie?
To save me from my curious sense of being

The clock leaps another beat
A day past
The Reaper
Smoked from a pipe

The smoke fogs the granite
Lights the lights
In the City
4 million sacrificed to the western gods
A twisted metal pyramid
Directs the slave souls
Over the hills
And to the land of idols

And in back alleys
***** faced, lost children
bobb their heads
With a terrifying sense
Of awed approval
Accepting
Of their suffering
Human depravity
Submission to a dark force
Scraping the last meat off
civilization's bare bones

And a vision of myself, not myself
A self ago, a self I left
A self confined in motels
And rental rooms

I see him laugh
I see him dance
I see him in gutters
With alley tramps
Drinking brown sludge
From a veil only labeled
with a skeleton face
Toxic succinist
Romance
Man's
Wicked spawn

Chemistry transforms the intelligent
Into Gods

And Wo if their's another name for their evil spawn

In a bleach stricken alley
I'm filled with that devils spawn

Hark the beat angels
And breathe into me
The gospel of the
Weary seeker borefore I
Twisted tongues
Weak heart
Head full of speed
The finger's strike conductively
The typewriter
Scrolls a vivid conscious soul
Cemented in time
The weary prophets
Lost
The devine persona
Found in some
That make us all believe again

To live is evil
Destruction is creation
Now is the choice of which life
To live