Notes from the underground.
We ought to worship idols and dishonor men Over the years, the great lie has been told like a thousand times * The real greats slipped through time, died unknown
By The Madman9 months ago in Poets
The fight between good and evil is equally poised. Good might win at the end but at what cost ^ We try to fall on either of the extremes
By The Madman10 months ago in Poets
You're being dealt a blow Pray to God, your savior and lord! who put us in this mess though? A never-ending Circus
By The Madmanabout a year ago in Poets
I’m good but I carry the burden of being good in my pride and aloofness in my sense of greatness in the elevated space
You pretend to be something you’re not The show that you put is a disguise for a flaw Only half as good as what you show
A sinner is not a sinner He only falls short of virtue In the dark he waits for the light to shine For he is a child of light
I’m a walking contradiction I would rise to the heights only to fall I am not brethren of good But I hate evil
It creeps in from Somewhere Probably hell It emerges in heart I feel it in my gut I hate you but I am malevolent
What is it that make me rush Escape to the other side Towards God TV or drugs Run away from this aware flesh
Are you awake? When you’re awake from your sleep or when you die? or when you are reborn after you die or when you live after that
I find myself on the same road that I left behind, I thought I left behind is it a circle, the circle of life we must die to be reborn
By The Madman2 years ago in Poets
I showed you off Boasted my ego in ways unknown to myself I kept you in hot & cramped spaces Now I butchered you while everyone watched it like an adventure sport
