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Continent of Powers
I’m wearing down logic:
Good and evil is easier.
The little boy is telling me:
“Don’t you get it,
I fear men…”
And the singer without voice,
Proves his talent
With the depth of his eyes;
Its what I’ve been looking for.
And I’m headed for the Continent of Powers,
The same continent that forsake me,
And gave me my crown.
Like the hero who gave my victory,
And taunted me:
“Now figure out what we fought for.”
The motherfucker who said this is certainty:
…Prepare for the ups and downs,
That getting high,
Doesn’t exactly mean we escape the floors.
Sadistic thrills
Make us God,
But the prophets
Make us conform.
Our talents take away the need,
But the desire is still for suicide.
The spider gobbles up her children,
But perceptions matter little,
She sits in prison.
God resides in my head,
He is promising me,
…I will be the parasite.
