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I Am...
It's a little misery
from a place
my mother's stomach
to my abusive sibling and dad
I am born to be infuriated
born to not be able to change it
to be shocked
condemned
into a religious
a zealous
society
It has hope, sure
What it does not have is prevention
once people are hooked
on the opium of the masses
It would be more rational
to consider a conspiracy
rather than a GOD conspiracy, however
hanging bodies of LGBT
are merely another statistic
apart from the animal holocaust
Jesus and like prophets
were psychopaths
to get on an altar preaching love
when the immature nature of relgion
creates a sonic boom of innocent lives lost
from callous prayer
callous indifference towards the drug's side effects of loss of brilliant white light circulation to the brain that terrorizes people into forgetting the drug's contradictions
Walking in the rain is walking in my mental state
for I've rarely been able to show my tears
my misery
in front of my family
which lies in a broken home
towards this hellish
iconclasm
which is supposed to be heavenly
pretty soon it makes me a slave towards my inferiority complex
This road I walk isn't lonely
except that nobody seems to care
And yet I can only do my best
for
since I am a product of a COSMIC accident
having ancestors as early as life itself
suicide would be unacceptable for the cause I represent which is sympathetic
trying to stop legal crimes
immoral crimes
hate crimes...
It all goes black and the hopeful
yet despairing music comes to a close
I have become a maniac of insecurity
hoping that I was born to die gallant
like the soldiers marching against Adolf Hitler
perhaps
that my last breath stays meek
that
I was born to die selflessly
I am...
I don't really know
but I think that I am brave