Genuine Sense of Outrage
Searching low for a higher truth. I hear the bears as the sounds break through. 'Til the music transfers to movement and the message flows through the conduit. Reaching out for an inward taste. I see the mirror but I see no face. That's the price for seeking solutions outside of you own convictions. Your own convictions. It's no coincidence, inhuman with distastefulness. Nothing so much as the dream of a sleeper. Heading forward in backward land. Backed by few with their hearts in hand. Destroying the thought of perfection. Embracing life, the vice and redemption. A victim of his own self worth cast from society, a judgment so stern. Destroying the thought of perfection. Embracing life, the vice and redemption. It's no coincidence, inhuman with distastefulness. Nothing so much as the dream of a sleeper. A moral anecdote. Self evident and hard to cope with, cope with, cope with life. Because I'm on the outside and I'm looking in. Searching for the bright side, that's the way I live. Destroying the thought, the thought of perfection. Embracing life, the vice and redemption. Shelter from what's already ruined.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 18, 2026
The stone grinds for the very last time. I'm here by instinct to rectify a lost system put into submission. Look, I'm a grain of sand and so are you. Don't follow footprints, you're not a tool because many have trouble following themselves. Because she never knew, she never know the results of manic depression. Because she never knew, she never knew what borderline insanity's like. The mind grinds into dust in fact. It's a tragic waste in this time and place. The mind grinds from the strength that's lacked. But it's true that the week go out like that. She kissed the gun Persuading herself that it's all she wrote. She kissed the gun. Discovering silence misguided in fear. Because she never knew, she never knew the results of manic depression. Because she never knew, she never knew what borderline insanity's like. Generated filth and frustration. This time it's not homicide. The stone grinds for the very last time. Go! The stone grinds for the very last time. Six feet deep and the truth's not hard to find. Six feet deep! This time it's not homicide. Six feet deep! Fury unleashed.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 18, 2026