Recalling the victim of society
Corrupted minds are ready to be purified...
How can we slow down this addiction?
This addiction for perfection...
It's funny when you look around,
Just take a giant step back...
Nor sure if i like the title but let me know what...
I look in the mirror and what do I see...
My throat hurts;
My throat burns...
Below her bible, lies her razor,
crazy isn't it...
Pollinated zephyrs dancing under
the scarlet cirrus of the morning sky...
It's hard to just sit here and write these rhymes,
When I know other's are out committing crimes...
Underneath the debris
the soft grass perseveres...
Adjusting to the torture of this sadistic world,
I progressively lose faith in all mankind...
Thank you sir for hearing my cries
Believe me when I say I truly tried...
Everything I Do, I Do It For Me
By Mark Spencer...