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Strange Cruel Masters
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PHILOSOPHICAL SS What beautiful music to my ears
To hear you recount all your fears
What flutters of excitement
When you tell me of your vices
Hand me the tools in your poetry dear
I plan your destruction, crisis and tears.
I am cruelty a master of mind
That in that shadow the place I mind
Never comforted being alone within
Always needy in the company of sin
I have no rhyme or reason unless you respond
Yet hearing these words I won't finally see
This is actually a description of a weaker me
Follies for jollies I wouldn't know I have no
Sensorship call or even respect at all.
Hypocrites are my usual fare and why not?
There's plenty of me out there!
I love my blindness she is such a pretty whore
With a heart of gold who, out of loving kindness
Smooths over my messes and wipes my eyes sore
What ill perceptions can I dream of today to
Make my self undeluded in any way?
My impossibly perfect logic must have a view
That is easily twisting of what I am clearly seen to do.
What wonderful charms I do posess, and I
have them all (as blindness does attest)
Shall I use today to configure rife in some innocents?.
Oh foolshit and blundery let us wreek havoc and
cast a vile and onery worded spell, that will cover up
All that were done then best done quickly not well,
And hear not the voice of reason for its simply a reminder
That today I forgot to be kinder and hear the bell and hear it not
As it is a knell that summons my grim cruel master from hell.
I looked at this entity of being through unjudging eyes
And found nothing of importance just a bunch of cruel lies
Having been weighted, measured, and found severely wanting
of kindness Will you take it at the cost of truth and forsaking blindness?
