Kevin Patrick II

Its 2: 00 in the morning still up with no warning
thoughts wont stop fresh disasters from forming
The tv is blaring but I'm watching nothing
I'm staring at walls where the paper is cracking
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From a seed of a thought that germs into being
They grow, steadily and mercilessly
Both devious and insidious
An idea
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Yesterday
I was in the jungle of a restaurant
(poorly camouflaged)
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Faith, collapses beneath reasons weight
Crushing those who stay in its walls
And ignorance seals their doom
when they refuse to move
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Send it to a Gulag at the bottom of the world
Then throw it into the dustbin of history
Let it rot stinking in some high security vault
Abandoned behind steel eating its own misery
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Patriots are the thugs of fascists
Becoming devoted servants
Willing to commit evil
Loyal without mercy
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Holy Mary was a woman of stoical convictions
Spent 80 years of her life as a dedicated Christin
Eighty years of celibacy when her only man was Jesus
pure of mind and body and free of the best diseases
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We can know longer pretend to believe
That we live in a society that cares
We can know longer rely on authority
That applies more force then we can bare
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Shame... is the name of this game
And I'm... too tired to play
The rules... are always changing sides
And Hunger... eats away at my Pride
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When I'm alone
I can be happy to be myself
And when I'm sad
Then I can only be sad with myself
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I'll steal your prescription for hope
and spend your innocence for dope
now I'll crush, your lotus syllabus
Muddy your charm for sins indolence
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More deadlier then a yellowjacket
They sting you, purely out of willful spite
Drawing on their reservoirs of malice
Foaming through their needled aculeata
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The voice of reason
Is drowned out by the mob
That lynches itself
into ignorance's grave
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Coming in hot with the stealth of Boeing
You flew under the radar of my suspicions
Setting a course to my vulnerability
Until I was a sitting duck for your charm
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If there really was a heaven
And they didn't have you checked in
I'd cancel my reservations
Because it's not worth the price
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The Sun is rising in the East
To be your funeral drum
The Jap guards bark for you to walk
Or else you will be done
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She still cries for you, you know
Pouring tears in her wounds
when she's fast a sleep
Lost in the boarders of dream and death
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Disemboweled angels hang naked
On barbed wire
Spitting hemorrhaged screams in the
host of Satan's choir
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Everyman wants to try and own the world
But in the end its the world that owns them
For the greater the man is the greater the fool
Who thinks he's a king when he's natures tool
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Aren't you a sweet delight?
Picking holes in my dynamite
Wearing out my safety valves
Until I'm ready to blow
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