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My vision's extreme In the dreams I discern From the truths I have seen Through my passion to learn Or the levels I turn up My mind microwaves In the money I burn With a sacrilege fervor In every concern For a naturalist order Where I am the hero On silver surf boards And webs that I spin All amounting to zero For greedy ring lords My sting will strike down Their thrones of excess With my Leninist unrest And save the world with methods that Most leaders would detest Like finding peace in nothing But the self-destructive ends To justify the means Of the passing words with friends Though the love you share is real Your lives will move in flashes I enjoy it while lasts And then I burn it all to ashes For I find my warmth in blizzards Roastin' grand old dragon wizards As I slither with the lizards Running shivers down their crooked spines And sautéing their livers With some venom as my glass of wine Droppin' toxin trips divine Baptized in a river of the finer-sided knife While I'm gettin' schizophrenic In the severed ties to life To empathize with those Less fortunate than me By calling it compassion When I'm just an empty sea Because I've felt it all before And died at least a dozen times But I still search alone for more Than coloring the lines With these radical approaches To slaughtering the infantile Crawling, begging roaches By forcing them to stand against The real exterminators I'd Dooku them like Anakin Did in the tusken raiders Bringing justice to the galaxy As I become Darth Vader Still the chosen Jedi knight Since my Eden is an orchard In a poison apple bite Despite my balanced forces That are rooted in the trees Making green the autumn leaves again To plant my lega-seeds By shedding skins to sin with Eve In paradises lost I'd sell my soul to Satan No matter what the cost
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
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My vision's extreme In the dreams I discern From the truths I have seen Through my passion to learn Or the levels I turn up My mind microwaves In the money I burn With a sacrilege fervor In every concern For a naturalist order Where I am the hero On silver surf boards And webs that I spin All amounting to zero For greedy ring lords My sting will strike down Their thrones of excess With my Leninist unrest And save the world with methods that Most leaders would detest Like finding peace in nothing But the self-destructive ends To justify the means Of the passing words with friends Though the love you share is real Your lives will move in flashes I enjoy it while lasts And then I burn it all to ashes For I find my warmth in blizzards Roastin' grand old dragon wizards As I slither with the lizards Running shivers down their crooked spines And sautéing their livers With some venom as my glass of wine Droppin' toxin trips divine Baptized in a river of the finer-sided knife While I'm gettin' schizophrenic In the severed ties to life To empathize with those Less fortunate than me By calling it compassion When I'm just an empty sea Because I've felt it all before And died at least a dozen times But I still search alone for more Than coloring the lines With these radical approaches To slaughtering the infantile Crawling, begging roaches By forcing them to stand against The real exterminators I'd Dooku them like Anakin Did in the tusken raiders Bringing justice to the galaxy As I become Darth Vader Still the chosen Jedi knight Since my Eden is an orchard In a poison apple bite Despite my balanced forces That are rooted in the trees Making green the autumn leaves again To plant my lega-seeds By shedding skins to sin with Eve In paradises lost I'd sell my soul to Satan No matter what the cost
michael-marchese
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
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