Tired eyes.
Tired of the cries.
Tired of the lies.
Sick of the deciet.
Sick of the defeat.
Taking no for an answer, but I've still been beat.
Less beats to my heart, a slow and rapid start.
The faster it goes as the pain begins to show.
Can't cover it up no more, everything is out.
Wired mouth, cant speak the truth.
Trapped in a box. But I'm slowly gettin loose.
Bull dog, I broke out.

Sleeplessness is a lonely kingdom.

I could promise myself discipline with the daylight,
but what if I told you that I lied under the moonlight?
Sinners never sleep,
sinners never sleep.

They lie awake and talk
with the wings of Gabriel.
They don't shut their eyes;
there are stories in the picture houses of their own.
Of lie and deciet.
And guilt and anguish.

They'll never sleep.

They'll howl with the night
and forget why they were meant
to darken their hearts to match the sky.

They'll never glow. They'll never beat.
I'll never sleep. I'll never sleep again.

I toss and turn  to erace the memory
Focus on something delightful
A sunny day
A moonlight night
Flash, and freeze frame, my brain explodes in pain
The pain of deciet
The sight, the smell, the taste....of your deciet
The tears threaten to drown me
As our special child sleeps, unaware ....of your deciet
No anger yet,  just this deep pain filled night
Questions without answers
A name without a face
******* ...Why?
Lies...how long the lies?
The bedside clock reads 3 o clock...
The hour of great mercy!
Another lie...
midway between 12 and 6....
dark and light...
and another tird day thinking,... wondering
of you and your mistress.

Hush!, he approaches,Rush!, here his coach is,Try to tame the loud thumps your frightened heart makes,Stop!, or he'll see you,Chop!, that's what he'll do,Dismemberment of you, and just a moment it takes. Come! let me show you,Run! this you must do,Evading the sharp strike from his long and shiny knife,Look!, keep your eyes peeled,Shook!, that's how you'll feel,If he ensnares you, he will bleed away at your life. Oops!, i've decieved you,Nice!, how i played you,Enticing you right into my masters eerie lair,Now!, you grow weaker,Vow!, i must seek her,I must satisfy his lust for more maidens so fair... 

Behold the ringmaster of the reindeer games.

The trials set - all ****** to fail.

Hateful and manipulative thing

Champions shall ever prevail.

Bring this monster closer to god

And near your own martyr’s pit.

Sallow in self-pitied sorrows.

Take to your gold crucifix.


Build ‘em up - your epic disasters.

Spawn the grounds of the grandest battle.

Tyranny’s backlash not in mind

Subjects worshipping you like cattle.

Angels fall such tragic heights

Suffocated by this ruling *******.

Now these erinyes come to slaughter

Their manipulative treacherous master.



Concept of praise and deceit

Dire as death and defeat.



Build ‘em up - your epic disasters.

Spawn the grounds of the grandest battle.

Tyranny’s backlash not in mind

Subjects worshipping you like cattle.

Angels fall such tragic heights

Suffocated by this ruling *******.

Now these erinyes come to slaughter

Their manipulative treacherous master.



Appeasement of this demigod

Now all that is of consequence

Nothing else brings comfort now

All that exists is this false repentance.

In sadness
I smile
In sickness
I push
In trials
I wear a mask
So no one has to
Know the horrid truth

I once was bare
For all to see
There were no secrets
Hiding underneath

This is the cost
The innocence of our youth
That is why when I speak
All you hear is the truth

So full of deciet
But it's all an illusion
Don't take off the mask
That I'd molded so carefully
It's the only thing that separates me
From my true identity

By Arcassin Burnham
Original Lyrics By Fleetwood Mac


Situational views with over determination ,
I don't need a judge or a saint , thanks for consideration,
Poked eyes don't see the evils that go on in this country,
Some people could hear them calling from hell , it must be comfy,
Plant life can't even really get a stance without people building buildings
Over them , there ain't a chance,
But nothing to a country boy that just works with his hands,
But not in a country so doped by wickedness , do you understand?

Listen As My Heart Grows,
Watch us all rise.
Running towards the Meadows,**** deciet,
**** your lies

And if you don't love me now,
While your heart is dipped in sin,
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain",
(Never break the chain)
You've broke my soul somehow,
We can't just sit here and pretend,
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain",
(Never break the chain)

Listen As My Heart Grows,
Flowers all in sight.
Running In The Meadows,hide the dark,
Embrace the light,
Your Love is stricken,**** deciet,
**** your lies,

And if you don't love me now,
While your heart is dipped in sin,
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain",
(Never break the chain)
You've broke my soul somehow,
We can't just sit here and pretend,
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain",
(Never break the chain)
And if you don't love me now,
While your heart is dipped in sin,
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain",
(Never break the chain*)

Never break the chain,
Never break it with your family,
Never break the chain,
Never break it with your friends to be,
Let the link be stronger like protecters,
Keep your enemies,
Closer, in world full of broken hearts and a lot disclosure,
Is a lot to be saying for a kid that lives Florida,
We need closure for these posers that make greed a rare exposure,
Ain't no,
Signed sealed deliver **** when it hits the fan,
And nowadays being a man that dies is mostly a black man,
My opinions just stirs up so much conflict in comforting someone about the
Truth and it's allegiance,
Killings happen , it repeats and,
Don't let them open up the season.

Chains keep us together,
(Run into the shadows)
Chains keep us together,
(Run into the shadows)
Chains keep us together,
(Run into the shadows)
Chains keep us together,
(Run into the shadows)
Chains keep us together,
(Run into the shadows).

Love swells
And portrays
Her voice
Whenever it smells
And betrays
Her choice,

To established a place
For the serpent of love
Is to finish a pace
To repent for prove,

Otherwise, nothing
Can be said right
Without something
Being paid bright,

I think I have found
A love’s stone
But no, it is the sound
Of a dove’s tone,

I need to give
Up this race of grieve
So I can survive
This grace of love,

Indeed, love is not clear
Like a clean glass
But its dead is dear
Like green grass.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

Carrie, how does your garden grow?

Are the souls of your enemies
Buried beneath your personal cemetery?

The victims on their knees
Begging, beseeching, pleading

Praying to you *and the same God for
Things to be as they were before

With silver bells, Carrie?

Are your nails sharpened to a point,
Itching to break bones at the joint?

To snap my wrists and tie
Them up - your peace of mind

Tortment me, ****** Carrie
Smirk and laugh before you bury

And cockle shells, Carrie?

Are you seen as a pleasurable fantasy?
A mask of terrible daydreams?

Your body caresses the loaded gun
He swears that pain is one with love

You are an instrument of pure torture
Who is viewed as a delicate sculpture

Are your pretty maids in a row?

Are we in a straight line
Waiting to be punished for our crime?

Your foolish prey meet the guillotine
One swift motion - sliced clean

Hail Carrie, the ****** empress,
Queen of deciet, and ***** mistress