Feast on the Defeatist.
Consume the Martyr pursuing me.
Sustain the situation.
Convict the victim.
Counter attack him.
Knowing all of his weaknesses.
Manipulate his thinking processes.
Taint the air that he is breathing.
Hallucinate all that he is seeing.
Create a human being.
Fixture the molded.
Constrict movements to with stain him.
Sacrifice all your progress.
Every thought is so biased.
We only have one chance to try this.
Why wont you just pay attention?
How did you declare this?
Has the "subject" stopped breathing?
What the hell where you all thinking?
The human race is distincting.
This madness has clouded my thinking.
When well we unveil the outcome.
When will we uncover the secrets?
Living a lie behind prospects?
Just dancing around like lifeless marionettes.
Will we destroy his plan?
Is this our selfless outlet.
To see his ******** up point of view.
To understand all his concepts.
Why do i feel so helpless?
Living in a world so abusive.
Why did we convict him?
What the hell where our motives?
This lame story just keeps getting older.
The martyr has not yet died.
He still is truly alive.
The voice has died in his eyes.
What will our helpless future hold?
Why couldn't we of just let go.
We all have an idea.
But nobody knows.
 A t e l i c E n i g m a · Sun Sep 06, 2009 @ 12:10am · 0 Comments |
