Dischord’s Fury

Posted: December 3, 2013 in Uncategorized

D is for disorder
I is for inquizition
S is for solitude
C is for catrition
H is for hypocrisy
O is for obstinance
R is for revolution
D is for despair

Gramercy, my good sir
For your teachings of truth
Revealed unto me
That I’m nothing
But a child
With shattered dreams

A fleeting matter
Of imperitive study
That sways in the wind
A blackened hole
Of contained sanity
Which upon the soul you rend

I offend you with my talk
My war of words is fully enraged
Seeing spots of red in my vision
In your personal space, rattling your cage
Wounded soul, cry out
Repent, confess and scourge
Hint at some form of salvation
As we sing this corporate dirge

Rotting flesh
Is my new virtue
Pale and unripe
Desolate minions
Hidden nostalgia
Bleeding Positive O-type

Linoleum wrapped
Put away to good use
In an incinerator
Our brains
Infested with lies
Words into a generator

I offend you with my talk
My war of words is fully enraged
Seeing spots of red in my vision
In your personal space, rattling your cage
Wounded soul, cry out
Repent, confess and scourge
Hint at some form of salvation
As we sing this corporate dirge

You went away in my time of need
You left me behind when you knew I was yours
I will never let you take me for granted again
I promise
I offend you with my talk
My war of words is fully enraged
Seeing spots of red in my vision
In your personal space, rattling your cage
Wounded soul, cry out
Repent, confess and scourge
Hint at some form of salvation
As we sing this corporate dirge

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