A formidable enemy stares at me from the depths of this mirror. I don't like her eyes, or the sly smile she wears, but I keep coming back, and she drinks it up like it's going out of style.
There is something attractive to her in my brokenness, something alluring in my emptiness, and she knows just how to draw me back into the Temple of Shame. She is the femme in me, and she is a royal pain.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Degeneration's Perpetuation
Degeneration perpetuation
Terrible affliction, confiscation!
They'll feed you their manufactured
philosophies, intravenously!
They'll line you all up in a nice
little row tell you the truth, maliciously!
Degeneration perpetuation
Keeping salvation in confusion!
They don't want you to be free
They don't want you to feel
They don't want you to see
They don't want you to feel alive!
Degeneration perpetuation
A conditional destruction!
They'll force their improper propaganda
down your throat!
They'll be your friend as long you
don't rock their boat!
Degeneration perpetuation
For volition's obliteration!
They don't want you to breath
They don't want you to know
They don't want you to love
They don't want you to know the truth!
Degeneration perpetuation
A meaningless absolution!
They'll train you up from birth to be a
good parrot!
They'll do all that they can to
undermine a zealot!
Degeneration perpetuation
For volition's obliteration!
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