Die Erblindung

You’ll taste the back
Of my verbal fist
Your dogs of reservoir
Just childish fiction

True death evolves
Through bloodshot eyes
In with the old
You’re down with fashion

You say I’m flawed
With your critical vision
No remorse
No ambition

You’re too involved
With wealth transition
Blurred prayers
Hypocritical vision

Take my life
Like it’s your decision
Cut me out
With a cold incision

You pray to YHWH
Who’s the bad guy
I prey on gods
Who’s the bad guy

Pray to your god
You’re the bad guy
If there’s a hell
It’s your Reservoir
Not mine

Pray to the dogs

Your death

Shines clear

Through blood

Shot eyes

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