Aborted Experiment
Needles and Threads, Twistified Minds.
Evils are contained in syringed highs.
Never below, ever beneath,
In my dreams evil worlds conceive.
In the pocket of your mind,
You are evil in spare time.
Even death in sane rules,
Ever morph in plain view.
Corpses rotting in my mind,
Death defying time I fly,
Evil even in our dreams,
From the pocket, from which we see.
There’s a black man whom on our souls dose feast.
A fading moon where I can not please
No white light in this world of black.
No spiral dreams will ever bring back.
A spirits muse from which angles get confused.
A holy sight that
No white light is coming to save me.
Because I’m Satan’s child multiplied by three.
Now can’t you tell that’s what the gods conceived!