Lascivious monster What insidious lies has thou told me What insufferable boredom doth thou proletariat as a bore Can thou see the escape of lasciviousness That which has been unleashed as if a monster Doth thou see the light that burns deep inside With all thou hath to give of through a broken spoonerism Not in greedy avarice or the megalomania of the human mind But through seeing all suffering and torrid mannerisms Yeah the path is long and winding eer onward Through the darkest valley in sorrows of the soul Doth thous copulations leadeth you to the weariest walk Because we all are in our own ways abecedarian in our effort to be mindful What more validates the propensity of pervasive temporal voids A lie caught trying to reaffirm itself as something maliciously true The emptiness is reborn of a victimization nearly unthinkable The darkness cursing heavenly forms for the specifications of malignancies in you Still as shadowy as a mushroom dawn hath thou entrenched laboriously Nothing to the mind can castrate as violently as a woman wronged in her own eyes The trick is not can you but should you Use your liberty wisely or fall into a draconian monocracy of death and demise Lust of the flesh weakens our resolve to walk in faith The lasciviousness of our own bodies the representation The image of how while once we could be but broken monsters Thou hath given nothing of worth to your own invidious democratisation When eyes are soft and broken with tears in the corners What crooning is a vapid mind of eccentricities Insanity waning validations of the propensity to invalid greed Oh lascivious wisping demonstrate thous own sordid egocentricities Yet still we are as blood thirsty as a viper but as frail as a lamb Holding not the skill of veracity or the validation of a meretricious mind With all the prostrations of a wicked tongue submerged Captured in a felonious state of a unilaterally unable to grasp mind Still as the bronte sisters wrote so I write exigencies of expected states of ever minded permissive hazes grasp me theological whispers of failed education Doth thou know what salacious ponderies can elicit copulations never grifted Pernicious thought hath thou yet eer more I pray and beseech Lean me in queries of a cold and thoughtless cranium Where pious minds grasp constrains of normalcy Thine prefidiousness hath castigated your own tepid delirium Nameless yet never blameless you seek to find callousness Yet all that remains is an empty state of all thine vacuousness With eyes that reject morality while staring into void of piety Sightless as the search for faithfulness goes to thou who hath not the arrogant stubbornness The light of heaven is blocked by all our voracious stipulations Whereupon tempestuous eyes gleam with sparks of capricious insanity Fallacious hopes with no redeeming grace are wished by blind hearts Because the human spirit is a monster, the beast of lascivious vanity But we can turn our eyes from this, and focus not upon ourselves But instead trust the all consuming fire and light of Jesuss holy name Yes there seem to be more problems and questions than answers But through altruistic visions of computations we can find our peace, a chance to never be the same
Posted on: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 00:23:56 +0000
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