Inventions of Pride

A Poem by Sinceer

One hour Collab with Malice/Gran Pulse....(dude from other site)... I am the second verse

Pride in Life

journey with me to a place chained and laced with hatred
where god and satan can switch places so fast they mix faces
For a split second and im stuck with seconds become extended
The rooms illuminated from this new delayed combination
Now im sitting in the corner with the lights out sippin ice house
I got the rogue 45, sleeping pills and a knife out
Im sick of life now..I need the light to find a way out
Everywhere i look is dark i feel my brain split apart
Then my mind wanders and drifts to the thoughts of one little kid
Who was robbed of gods gift to live that im so ready to give
blood drips from the sky down to the pages im writing on
I look into the clouds at all the faces of my brothers who are gone
I continue writing on...ink now smeared with blood and tears
in a form of a dream my dead brother really appears
an said "god gave you this gift dont let the devil take it from you"
I felt a crack loud as thunder my soul flinched and pained from it
But i aint touch the gun yet i see the devils face plummet
And the rise of Jesus Christ light shined brighter than a sunset
The battles been won but yeah the war aint done yet
Cause everyday a war is waged for the soul of the lost prophet
realize-acceptance (~interpretation and thought of vision~)
A lost soul at the crossroads pain is like picoso's
i had a vision of an apostle who knew all, i forgot though
moving full throttle your role model with a bottle
takes life straight no chasing, no later, no tomorrow
See i didnt know apathy could be so patient to capture me
i could see it coming after me never cared if it captured me
behind my back they laugh at me point fingers at my master piece
I look for my reflection i see a stranger staring back at me
Are things as they have to be or was it contentment catastrophe
is resentment blasphemy for the role that god cast for me
Did i let destiny test and then get the best of me
for twenty something years ive seen my life as an empty street

....Now all the time even im pretending me..
sometimes i pray for the end of me but i fall for no enemy...

Pride in Death

Collective intelligence, breathing despair, sweating for joy, but i'm seething to care
hearts leaving ya bare, but there's a connection when my eyes are meeting ya stare

for the first time.

art is death, now starting fresh, with no pain stored with, an old names torment
not a guess for a known face or hymn, sinnin with a new leaf in an old age forest

memories still corrupt, with a stronger will to blufff
a chalice unbalanced, its no challenge to fill ya cup

subliminal degradation an rustic ivory, a poacher who lusted violently, on the cusp of irony...
provoked by whats in eyes to see, errant dreamz, staring deep it doesnt take much to lie to me

im a sworn believer, adorned conceiver of a sordid reaper...i am Shogun...
spilling van goghs blood, painting with no brush...an earmark for no love

blind and despondent, now im really feeling alive to be honest...as i strive for my conscious
putting mines in a hospice, remind ya of caustic, pious illogic..as the divine is my hostage..

traveling the same path as before...just a more casual war, with ashes galore...
all the facts are deplored, and the past is engorged, with God lashing his w****s

there's no reinventing destiny...or preventing enemies from descending ebonies darkest edges treachery
no perspectives essence lets you see, a lighter retched flesh disease, as we all embody Satans blessed effigy....

mortification with a symbolized fate...its oxidized flames that turn civil minds sane...
chaos in a trench where crippled eyes lay...seppuku for all, as we play a little blind game