ReFleXiOn

A little seasonal gratitude for some old friends...

Psychotic theory got me fearing these gospel cheering visionaries,
Prison bearings get my merry christmas tore up like living weary.
Disfunctional thoughts sought out that brought about my sinical ways,
My pinnacle paved by hypocrital individuals eager to ridicule braves.
I hit them with spades as I shit on their face with a smirk intact,
Been around longer than most it's obvious though that I birthed a path.
I follow a road with solitude sewn deep in the roots I was raised in,
Thought I was sane 'til I found the knot in my brain that obtained sin.
Gave in to a dark side exposing nothing but hard pride and a sharp knife,
Cut the strings attached to crinkle that which restrains the hearts fight.
As I wither away the simple dismay that's riddled my days is stricken 'n shaped,
Now the light that fades it no longer remains...I disappear with little to say.

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