Self-Societal Realization

Self-Societal Realization

A 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. 

© 2014 Apparition


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Apparition
Apparition

five thousand two hundred and eighty away from waves



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A Poem by Apparition