ghost sirens
• Written by YeestOne
buck shot through my focused thought, violent affliction, I yearn to accost/
darkness born of sordid thought, awakened through pain this tempered metals wrought/
I see your decisions rethought, through the incision, the demon begot.
Born through ancient silence, whispered in reeds, this evils taught.
Follow down the darkest path/ spitting diesel, this fires my math/
purification through ultraviolence, empathy dead call me lord nihilist/
After the struggle there is only silence, snatch eyes out ya clock , left sightless
Shook general, you just general, your ghost dances with cop sirens.
silent, out of site, bathed in red/blue light, contemplate spiritual phthisis
yeest hard like mineral, your flow is minimal. bide time then slice the femoral.
violent urges at the pinnacle, ice cold mayhem, remember biblical.
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YeestOne
Member since January 21 2015