Into the Exploitation of a Fabled Reality

Hidden in a realm
Secluded by paradox implications
Inside the heart of taboo temptations
Acute in idol illusions
The factor candied up with empty substance

Locked inside
A box filled with phantasmal illustrations
Macabre emotions smiling denial
Crowded with misanthropic chaos
In a maelstrom of misinformed cadence

Being the greatest is hard
But they are, Proclaims their narcistical urges
The epitome of worst disguised as best
In a life they praise highly of themselves
Dreaming berserker nightmares
Marching onto disoriented fantasies

Ah, The sweet smell of destruction
Flesh laden upon a maggot’s lair
In a kingdom built for retched filth
Birthing dirt with slime
As it rains blood
In a subliminal metaphor

Mother nature
Dressed like a whore
By the fate of her subjects
Slapping her, selling her rights
To those who shall abase her
With their own tainted visions
Of being spectators of her
Fall from grace
And the pimps rejoice
Drinking the venom for which they spew

Eating her flesh
Topping it with worms and leaches
Watching the frogs and locusts fall around them
From the skies high of overcompensation

Ah, They said the Devil made them do it
As they kneel down before innocence
Only to stab it in the back with their toxic affections
Craving the power of a transmitted disease
Cowardly infected with their own demonic agenda

After a trip to the sewage center of forgiveness
After they are finished destroying every last resource
They move on
Forgetting what soul they soiled, What heart they raped

Sympathy only for those
High in the pecking order of denial
Climbing on the back of a hobo’s legacy
Intellectualness traded for obliviousness
As their toys make them lust
For the slaughter of Mary’s little lambs
After all exposing gullibility makes for better entertainment

The world loves it’s drama
For it is one big reality show of dread
Spraying neurotic fairy tales on each other
As they swallow the pill that makes their ego big

And society said I was the crazy one
The one out of touch with reality
Well that is fine by me. Thank you, Drive through



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JDS2

Scorning Endeavors

Dagger to the heart
Blacken veins of despair
Emotional tyranny, Rancor adaptations
Limitless in doom
Painting emotions gray

Knocked out cold by hope
This world no longer knows
The true essence of love
Seduced by the exploitations
Of love’s last dying breath
In the death bed of razorblade lust

Seething indifferences
Deceit births anarchy’s bastard child
Drama unceremoniously unfolds
Tragedy becomes the theme for tomorrow

Grins festering through insidious joy
Bleeding through hypocrisy’s vile lies
Denominational urges full of suicidal visions
Darkening the origins of a bitter tomorrow

Reaching a boiling point
Emotionally destroyed
By their tormenting ways

They took my gift of love for granted
Becoming the descendants of a shallow grave

Taking this diabolical dagger out from my chest
Feeling this tainted blood drip down
In a waterfall of madness
Burning for sweet revenge

This insanity grows to it’s highest peak
Erupting with sulfur laden wrath
Laving myself with destructive rage
Oh, Let the cleansing begin

This world turned it’s back on me
Punishment is the only solution



These arrows tried to reach
The true ambitions of the purest of hearts
Instead the power diseased hypocrites
pushed them away
Jumped right in
Threw them down
Took the shots for themselves
Alienating honest intentions
To an early deep undeserving grave

They disguised themselves as victims
So now, I no longer know where to aim

I tried to live my life as the giver of love
But deceit got in the way
Now I have been blinded
By hate’s manipulative lies
Now I no longer trust anyone

This is not how I wanted it to end
Not knowing the difference
From what is real
From what is make pretend

Things have changed
Now everyone even I must strive to make amends

Watching the succubus and Incubus
Rejoice in vile laughter
As time just rots away


Written By
James Darwin Smith II
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