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The Hidden Bliss Of Violence

I try my hardest/
To ride this comet/
Of nice involvement/
In this icy problem/
We call the world, won't lie and vomit/
Out my dignity/
Instilled in me/
By kindness all when/
The mice get ballsy/
And think they can fight the top when/
I'm doing my best/
To smoothly arrest/
All these useful enmeshed/
Feelings from a youth so misspent/
Truly I'm blessed/
But improving my stress/
Levels/
As a rebel/
Won't dilute the offense/
Did you choose me to test/
Only to move and elect/
To subdue all your threats/
When I abuse the incensed/
Anger/
I'm taming/
And leave you bruised and I'm cleansed/
Of your stupider flesh/
And unruly friends/
Like an Uzi I'm spent/
But I still have ammo/
Stacked now though/
That you damn assholes/
Won't pass out those/
Acquiescing/
Acts of blessing/
That last as memories/
Even when I'm at home/
This damn zone/
Of ignorance/
Is filling this/
Tolerance and innocence/
I've been arguing with instantly/
To bursting/
And I'm thirsty/
For hostile shit and pistol whips/
All of this was bigger then/
Our drama and a militant/
Dishonor with a little mix/
Of not wanting to be bigger than/
Our partnership with dissonance/
I'm killing this/
Part of it that instantly/
Barters with the hidden bliss/
Of violence/
It's dying as/
I'm walking in deliverance/
Cause honestly I'm sick of this/
I'm like a crack pipe/
On its last light/
That night/
Has become a brash cry/
To not match crimes/
With the bad guys/
And stand by/
As they douse life/
And pass time/
By going to slash lines/
Of support/
Only to come forth/
And smash ire/
I'm mad, tired/
And have my words/
To say as I lash slightly/
And brand pyres/
With cash I burned/
I became a vampire/
To bathe in nocturnal/
Freedom not enslaved by hot burning/
Claims of not working/
All day to stop curtains/
From falling on me, away with botched vermin/
I hate and caught lurking/
On stage with false purpose/
I've remained distraught yearning/
And I'm amazed my plots working/
I may just stop swerving/
And make my watch merge with/
This new pathway/
I had to take/
To outlast pain/
And drag stained/
Perceptions through a drab waste/
Of outcast clay/
That I laugh and play/
With only to announce faith/
I'm done with the conflict/
And running from nonsense/
Cause something is wrong with/
Me if I brush with this concept/
Of blood any longer/
I may lust for the slaughter/
But clumsy I falter/
I wonder if all the/
Blunders and falls were/
Something my Father/
Endured as he punched the alarm for/
Endless mornings/
Deaf to warnings/
Of exhaustion while clutching the throttle/
He'd tell me stories/
And metaphors he/
Picked up from a long work/
Day, through life, now I'm lovely in God's word/
Stumbling onward/
Towards the love of my Mom's warmth/



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