God Bless Pantera
(dedicated
to those who struggle to wake up on MONDAYS!! - or any day)
Forced to
the edge of psychological survival, I can barely move a muscle
Realization
that I’m a mortal is the logical conclusion and I chortle
Second
Law, designed destruction, non-reversal is thermodynamics
And yet
the code to resist inevitably resides within, inhibited, is nervous tics
See the
nervous rich pay a witch
Her brew
of concocted antidote
The sword
of Damocles shivers excitedly
And takes
aim for a time when it can strike at high optimism, like a vengeful male bitch
I reach
deep to crack the code of morning manacles in my mind
Inside
running and groaning, I climb the rough side
Will I
find solace in hate or love, in stimulation or optimism?
My
natural hate for convention and middle-class brainwashed morality
So I
enter my created world in this multiverse
How smug
and arrogantly sure are those that believe we’re THE creation
THAT
irritation is the reason why we’re stuck in zero civilization
Heavy
metal that tears and attacks is my salvation
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