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Queen's Reich Swiftly I carve and depict your depravity into the walls surrounding rationalityQueen's Reich by ~Psychogroupie4
I'm the architect of your life, I carved every milestone, and custom tailored your affliction for brutality
A risqué ad away from being the flavor of the day, a common Scarlet to the Letter with a PG-13 burlesque mentality
You've used, abused, confused and eluded, you're a humanufactured malady.
I'll deface your conceptual thoughts of greatness and replace each one with timidity
You're clique made accordingly exclusive, only those who submit your "interest-free" pity fee
Your flagrant ignorance of actuality coupled with your snap-judgment committee
ZzZz You play the victim and I'm the assailant, right?ZzZz by ~Psychogroupie4
Every wrong turn seems right; you're veritas is understood through your oversight
Your current has might, yet the tide tonight is slipping to and fro
Your beach front foundation breeds inert damnation as it dissolves in the undertow
You've eclipsed the clips of your lips on my throne
Claming paisley rags of rebellion only insured your position as drone
You're mindless expectoration only merits fascination from every other dime-a-dozen clone
You stand limp and frail, your smile wilts, That facade you've built in which you instill glory
You slowly come to realize, I've cleaned
Truth Cerebral napalm bleeds down my minds eyeTruth by ~Psychogroupie4
In place of "Peace on Earth", we beckon "Semper Fi"
Obsession is the basis of perfection
In an attempt to stay in the moment, we neglect recollection
Fornication is the currency of the acclaimed
Pointing broken fingers at innocence forgives the blamed
With conviction in fantasy and a pocket full of rounds
We hobble forward with our crutches promise until our truth is found
External vanity is our national agenda
Our shelter stands a house of cards, our sustenance propaganda
If ignorance may be attained, fortitude shrivels to fable
If ever our conscience be seen as stained, forsake the dog ben
If Only... The evil within us requires Cesarean sectionIf Only... by ~Psychogroupie4
As men we think not but fall victim to our own erection
Inner reflection brings with it the need for spiritual correction
But the votes of others confidence fall numb on the lack of election
So where to go from our infantile crocodile sense of social style
Wherein our souls transform from merchantile to pedophile?
If only the twisted thoughts were grounded
What those enlisted sought astounded
Them to a hell in which only the weakest of cranial structure were ever caught and bounded?
If nothing else it's but a dream
One which most would find obscene
But though the method sounds extr
Sta.sh
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No more sleepless nights,
Just dreamful days of an,
Eternity that will never end…
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Pick-A-Boo
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No more sleepless nights,
Just dreamful days of an,
Eternity that will never end…
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Pick-A-Boo