2003-11-25 - stuck-auto
death darkens every door
and drains the thirst for more
it sucks the misery
from all your wizardry
now it's your busy spree
stuck in this fissure, see?
.
and vapid runway queens
all making TV scenes
all faking 3D screens
would rather be in jeans
and far from these vain dreams
stuck in lepers' ravines
.
I saw you in a dream
you weren't what you seem
your voice not smoothe like cream
did groan to an extreme
and spotty lesions streamed
stuck in your derma gleam
.
it raped your self-esteem
of longitudal beam
it left you feeling reamed
devoid of what was deemed
allianced by your team
stuck in this fleshly steam
.
concave became convex
you gobbled up the hex
some inward lust connects
with all of your defects
and you succumb -- what's next?
blaspheme that which perfects?!
.
a metro man or fop
commits a rolling stop
runs over mom and pop
then drives to the IHOP
has biscuits, eggs and sop
and washes off the top
.
this hit and run mindset
a quick, go and find it
until you are blinded
by memories reminded
of what is left behind it
you're stuck inside a binding
.
deep thoughts cannot save you
nor disquali-fave you
there's only one savior
one transformed behavior
one life to enslave you
before to the grave you
.
there's one sacrifice
one bit of advice
until there's a splice
fulfilled and enticed
sweet fragrance of Christ
answers, "death's revised"
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