Made the connection from the past where mutual music practice didn't last. Mental anguish lashes in your brain if you believe that Satan and Gawd reside in your brain. Not me. Nightmare material, they have not yet hit rock bottom in so called abyss. Those are only trenches, I throw fits as The Altered Beast to retain my bliss.
Ignorance not bliss, forced to use my fit fists, the skin of my teeth, my wits. I'd rather do without than make do! Then what do you do!? Cannot objectify the synthesis of pure nature. No need to rant and rave for my tribal enclave, pain-ter! Panter in a pattern of panther, pitter patter rain to get at sure! My substantial stature! To pull down the super saturated stand in heart of stone statue.
The wreaked culture, the wracked given to vultures! Gulp a thrust of died trust. I'm a tourist I swear, not a terrorist!!!! Help, yelp, and yell! White coats come to succumb the despair, treat the symptom but never the cause. I must fight to feel my true emotions and keep devotion without a pause.
I will not be trapped in a handicapped infantilism! I will retain my true spirit and wide eyed wonder! The fractured society I did not own and they do not own me! My grin-innocence, forbade the grimmers from day one! They will not grime me! Though I have toiled in the grind!!
