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"Life Is My Casket" is something I wrote during one the most difficult times in my life. I had a lot of built up hate and anger. I always told myself if I'm sick enough to think something than I must be sick enough to say it verbally. You can judge the words as there said but they are a lot deeper than what lye's on the surface.

When you go to sleep I rise and kill time with my verbal killing mind.
Contemplating death and suicide.
Running the streets with Molotov's and knives.
Sniffing coke lines to move time like Berretta slugs ripping through the shadowy night and puncturing the abyssal zone killing my clone in a wrinkle of time.
The principle is this.
Don't fuck with me unless you want to feel death kiss your shoulder like flesh in a casket.
My mind it advances but causes brain cancer like Jesus to lashes.
This life we live is Hell risen down to hot, moldy precision.
Yes, I'm heartless and malicious.
Deception gets a welcome reception like bodies to ditches.

I wake up!
I feel so dam alone like John Wayne Gacy.
Just Take me away and erase the world, which I hold.
I'm fucking living but my heart is so dam cold.
My mind is a lost vendetta.
Hearts burst forever like a Cold War fighting forever.
No surrender, no pretenders in this life of Fiction.
Contradiction I'm inflicting down to precision like snipers in the ditches.
My words so persistent that they're resounded like the New Testament in your living room and kitchen.
Slipping into a comatic state.
I see visions of love and grace.
Hands reach out but than slip away like my grandmother's face in the midst of the night
Battling but my heart has no might, no will to fight.
Life became a struggle that I just can't bite.
May why words be food for thought at no cost but I hope your ready for life and its remorse.
I always thought I was humble until the walls started to crumble like 9/11 rubble.
Why do I feel so alone? Lying here bloody, broken, and stoned.
I wish I could get over this like a cold and the sniffles but it's more like a internal vermin its so disturbing its blood trickling down my lungs and back.

I try to get my life on track but its like every time I get a foot to the mountain peak the liquor becomes my elixir to cure the pain, which has taken me in vain and flooded my brain with my delusional faith.
I walk this road alone with a corpses and White drape kind of like those couples on a wedding cake.
Step up to my past in a casket and life it enhances.
Visionary Apostles chanting my future like Bohemian Rhapsody and suddenly life becomes clear to me that I have been damned like toxic seas.
I try to breath but life has got the best of me and may get the rest of me.
So before you step to me make sure your life is not worth living because this raw truth will leave incisions kind of like the lost scriptures taken from the bible.
Try to rewind time to the beginning of the Egyptian timeline.
There are no fine lines just lost times in my book of rhymes.
I wish I could just write a hook to my life but it's so not well written.
Im sitting here tears flooding my eyes praying to overcome these suicidal tendencies.
I don't want to waste my life but I just cant find Christ.
It's a knife fight with my wrist and might.
Give me strength to battle through this mindless apprehension, no comprehension so much tension and contradiction in this life of fiction because so many people are scared to dieeeee.
Try to fight for your life like it's your last night.

Internal Mass Murder
Life is a written thriller and I'm a verbal killer.
Non-fiction, cop killing, sternum rap cracking, fetus eater,
Lesion-deceiver
Meat Cleaver beating in a freezer, 20 below freezing
Waiting for the change of seasons
Killing with no reason
Chainsaw Breezing
Flying guts and treason
9mm over-heating, burning leaving my initials on your face,
Standing over eating in front of your starving kids and only give them an empty plate.
I'm a lost case a lost soul with no faith.
Fuck a pill give me the whole cake.
Peel back your flesh and reveal that your hearts fake.
Let me punch face you fucking cupcake.
Coke lines safe lets fly with no cape.
Lets hang down from 90 story drapes.
For Gods sake give me faith.
Hate is my mate
Love is fake
Internal Mass Murder
Fall back like a 9/11 pillar
I'm a forceful verbal killer.
Embrace death with no feeling, smiling while a scalp your head
Dump your body next to your mother's gravestone and pump you with lead.
You better leave me alone before you become another fixture in my catacomb
Underneath my upstate home with the other 34 lost souls.
I close my eyes and wake up to see myself standing in the mirror.
Face withered and dis-toned
The shadows breeze breaks my bones.
I'm covered by agony's blanket
Anchored to the floor like a phetus to a bladder
Staggering mindless to find bliss
Battle at inward I'm falling to the heartless abyss