the antichrist.

i wrote a rap song, lol.

scared of mind like mine
cause they may contain the rebirth the devil's son,
and every inch of progression made will be undone
and every lie ever told will be for none -
clench your fists and throw them towards the sky,
pray to a god who never loved you anyway while i-,

banging 7 gram rocks in the subways behind trains,
laying down on the tracks, hit me, splatter out my brains
don't need them anyway when intelligence is clouded by religon
and from this life to heaven is the greatest transition.
i'd rather be sent down to hell with dahmer and john wayne,
takin' out a thousand others with a boeing 747 plane
i've felt my faith fade away,
it grows weaker and weaker every day.

within my body lies no spirit and no soul,
just a bunch of flesh and veins pumping coal
straight into my system, contaminating my mind,
hallucinations, procrastination, reality ill-defined.
here we go, i'm trapped inside this box once again,
i'm crashing of my binge of poorly made cocaine.
re-experience my birth, feet first,
arms out stretched like some sort of crucifixion reversed.
the birth of the antichrist happens a million time a day
because it's conditioning, not genetics, kids these days are a plague
but that's due to the retardation of older generations,
a mix of savage beatings and miscommunication
that's what causes kids to grow into little cunts
and causes a kid like me to think they're all fucks.

scared of mind like mine
cause they may contain the rebirth the devil's son,
and every inch of progression made will be undone -
and every lie ever told will be for none -
clentch your fists and throw them towards the sky,
pray to a god who never loved you anyway while i-,

lacking.

endless days of the moon,
lit up by the eyes of angels
and the winter light-sprites.
through the cracks and contusions of the weathered house,
the nightly light creeps into the room.
absent of soul and lacking in will,
reluctant and fatigued, let me sleep.

another night spent dwelling
on fractured dreams and broken vows.
things that were never true
and things you'd wish you never knew.
another empty, thankless home,
another night without a ghost.