Back from hell

The strength to pick ones up from the dirt. To establish hope in a future non existent. To fight for lifes wife. To bring hells unwanted children to heaven

Funny I got art on art on art and you don't see it.

Do you ?
Can you see it ?
F**k it.

I dropped the call. Hit the high. Said its me or my way who you ? Get out my way.

This is talking to the walls. This is the walls talking back. Back to back I have the new new , f**k with it.

Who you ?
Who me ?
Yeah you !
Oh hey !
What's up ?
Not much , you ?

Well funny story. I'm talking to myself and no one hears it. Sees it. But it's crystal clear. Writing on the walls. Bloodied up I am. Jagged I was. Twisted still to the core with a knife in my back bruised eyes. Those lies.

Yeah !
Hey !
I mean hey !
You !
Hey ! You !
What's up ?
Not much , you ?
Well funny thing -

I got pushed to the brink of collapse. Collapsed under the pressure. Now I'm the diamond she will wear. Cause I breath sanity. I got heart and soul. I'm her goal.

But I'm half a man half a life. A sinner a child of lucifer.

Cut wings. 12 cuts on left. Right next to my birth date. Next to my belief system. Up above the blank stare in your eyes. Cause you believe my lies -

And now this song must end. But I must not give in , cause hell awaits gods children. And I'm burning yearning to see my holy father. But as long as I'm here -

Talking to myself to you to her to us to me myself and I. This is black magic white illustration. This is not of what you know of. This is not human. This is the future.

See you see I saw you see me looking while I saw myself looking in the reflection of my future , past and present reflection. Now that's more thought processes than apples eye oh Es - see now comprehend that.