Mass hypnosis in demand
Subconsciousness plays another hand
Ask the question 'Do
Withoutblack we could not see the light
Without sight we could
This is my skin, battered and blue,
this is my body,
Scourge of lies that jealousy breeds
a plague-like human virus you¹re
Anineties disease, a crisis of meaning,
absent belief, no rhyme nor
Mylife regressed, childhood's caress
Childhood, like the waiting room of the
Sinking sand swirling at my throat,
venom floats, my memories overdose
As
Insecurity my one true friend
My symphony still my requiem
Tranquility still
Fivemonths and four to go
But now my unborn's fate I
Stopasking questions - this is all you need to learn
Just
Ifyou could harness my hatred - Of this fucked up
In plainsight for all to see -
the whole wide world
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