Self-Societal RealizationA Poem by Apparition
Look in the mirror
What you see? It was her It was him, caught in the blur A shadow inside like the herkimer Let me ask you something homie… What you lurking for? The shadows and the gallows what you searching for? That's a part of it too, a part of you The merchant and the servant Serving fervent torment, and selfless torrents What's before still exists, the lesson wasn't learned The bridge wasn't burned I'm concerned with a cure But i'm the sickness to be fixed The drama that you b***h about, Created in a fit of hypocritical mystical connections Thought it was beyond detection? Subdued, in detention, this is your' invention Will you live in spite of it, or will you just accept it Not the type of acceptance that allows wrongdoing Knowing that your enemy is you, can you face yourself Look in the mirror Do you admire what you see, or do you hate yourself Now turn on the TV, Do you admire what you see, or do you hate yourself? Turn the TV off now, the point has been proven Look at the world, all the people you encounter All the situations you attract Are you swimming in a bounty of useless artifacts Do you need to get fucked up, to relax Pumpin drugs into your system, Trust me bud, it isn't chicken That you choking down, stuffing your' face Stuffing your' surroundings with stuff Until you're so full of s**t, you can't bluff You're like a fat slob preaching that he's not a gassy blob There's nothing real on my plate Could somebody pass the GOD? Already, Or are we basked in fraud and petty gaudy flawed pedagogs for everybody If you don't like the system that's existing Better change it If you don't like your' flaws and weaknesses Better Change it If you don't like the drama and the snitches all the winy little b*****s trying to drowned you in their self created sickness (Just for the sake of feeling like some level of excitement has entered their seemingly meaningless gleam of a life, with no hope and no purpose except "getting what's mine") Better change it. Or be insane and own it.
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Added on September 30, 2014 Last Updated on September 30, 2014 AuthorApparitionfive thousand two hundred and eighty away from wavesAboutI am an apparition, a ghost in the system, the host's no longer the victim, the parasite grows weary of the barely alive flesh dressed in a hardly harrowing death caressed mess, stressful doesn't trul.. more..Writing
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