Demonicrebellion's blog: "the poem"

I feel like I'm unstoppable, I know this is impossible. Do you live for the moment. Tomorrow is never sent. I feel that I have to stand tall. For most don't they only fall. They lack the ability to think. They don't even have to drink. They lack the ability sober. I told you your life is over. The dream has finally died. Those who hope still tried. I think they will understand. When my tear has finally dried. I think I should offer a hand. But force will be applied. I told them death is beautiful. I told me the thought is foul. I look up to the sky and see nothing. They say I am simply not trying. I look for hope to save. But hope isn't brave. I think your all slaves. Maybe your heads are just caves. I brought my mind back to reality. I see it's nothing but the same tragedy. I speak but you just call it blasphemy. I laugh because your a catastrophe. Dying seems to be the only resolve. It's a problem they can't solve. I write to show the truth. Yet you still can't see the proof. Blind eyes are denied vision. Some don't have vision by decision. I look for the light. But I see morbidity and get delight. I have many thoughts. There are many who are bought. I think I'll stop but maybe not. I got a feeling I'll only rot. I don't want a dream. I only want some reality. For some dreams make you scream. So does reality, maybe both are shitty. I have wrote for many years. Most have came with tears. I look down and hope for more. I can't get enough of this gore. Hopefully I'm wrong about it all. But will you sit and wait for the devil to call? I don't think it will work out that way. I want you to sit and listen will you stay? I don't think that you will. This is the reason I simply can't chill. I tend to go back to this urge or thrill. Not the thrill of just anything of the KILL!

I'm slowly fading into a state of insanity. It would be in the populations best interest, If I'm not around any kind of humanity. Maybe it would be best not to exist. Your whole thought process is a calamity. I thought prostitution was criminal. If so you're guilty because your property. Do any of you see the messages subliminal. I think there is no hope for us all. For united we stand now unfortunately, Guess what unfortunately we all fall. Should I state this more clearly? I'm slowly taking to much time. This entire cause seems to be lost. Soon I'll be dead because talking is a crime. Maybe I'll buy you back whats the cost? So we have no hope so lets just go, Away from the republic that has us chained. Do you truly understand that we have a foe. It's not anywhere but here where it's housed. I believe I should stop reading this, You may end up being an accomplice. An accessory to this new crime to talk. Because maybe reading it will also leave you, outlined in some chalk.

As I sit nothing but my mind. What I come across seems to frighten even me. I have finally discovered what most seem to find. This ever growing sense of animosity. Now I only hope that it doesn't materialize. Because then I will be a true Monstrosity. The very thought makes me feel atrocity in my eyes. All of these feelings are almost making me realize. That I don't want to not be bright even though. Seeing someones mental anguish brings me delight. Will my hopes get crushed and lead me to death row? Maybe not, could it be possible that I can see the light? I don't think this to be so, so maybe I should just go. Now I take several deep breaths. Inhaling the carbon monoxide smoke. From the devices I've chose to bring death. So hopefully soon I will finally choke. Don't cry this ahs to be the END!

customization of the fixation of the mental frustration and all of it will only lead to more aggravation my mind will only bring your devastation im so confused and often misused im gonna blow cause im a bomb that can't be defused i divide my hate from my love i will get high and fly away like a dove get high and get a back rub drink til im numb and if my breath ends up smelling like rum just reach on into your pocket and give me some gum and the bud is so yum yummy in my tum tummy my face that you have a distaste oh how funny

The pain searing through my brain The irony of all of what is real and isn't soars like a crane Does anyone truly know what is real Or do we all pretend and collect some paper simply to pay a bill Do we know what the message on the dollar is Or are we just passing it on to or kids for his Or her own good, but how do we know its good Is there a hand book that says this to be good, ironically it'd be more wood Some might not get this, some may understand it well Are we all in heaven or is this truly hell Will all of this be answered in time, surely we cannot tell Should we figure it out or just deal with it all And set our future only to fall Or will it really rise Is this truth or is it all lies This no one can disguise With all of the reverse messages i do despise But the end is finally here A sign of happiness for those who don't want to hear

Every time we look to the sky. Do we all question what happens when we die? Can there be this almighty being up there. If that is not true then do we go nowhere? Are we all to ignorant to see the truth. Do we really need concrete proof. Should we believe because we're told to do so. If that's the case then it won't happen I simply think the answer is no.

I don't need your sunshine. To have a brighter day. I want to come from ... The light of my old ways. I need to release myself. Upon it to have a brighter day. Can we come to make a nation. To have a brighter way, Oh baby! Is it absolutly necessary... For us to live in pain? Is it absolutely worth your while, to break trust for your own gain? Should we really bash these poeple, To make their brighter day? The sun may be bright, But it shall not guide our way. If we keep all of these.. Methods that turn us into slaves. surely this'll only lead to, Our very own shallow graves, oh baby! We don't want your sunshine. To have your brighter day. We need to come from... The light of our old ways.

My political views fuse together like fussion And i got a misplaced mind of time that causes confusion I don't wanna be caught up in this race because most politicions are a disgrace Im so out of my mind, so out of this place that i got a palate that has a distaste For all of the political corruption that is causing a comotion So my plan needs to be put into motion Im so frustrated but i got to demonstrate it and put lead in the evils Of this nation, but my weapon of choice is to teach all of my pupils The meaning of my words, and the lines that i spray combust like spontanious combustion Oh now you wanna study this lesson that im teaching so that we're not just an irritation I got these ways that i practice and if you wanna learn i gotta cause some frustration But this isn't biting that im doing because im not an immitation And if i gotta go i wanna go down in applause like Rammstein said But if i don't i might just get lost in my head And i'll proabably just end up dead For all of the things i've said Don't interperate this for trying to get into heaven Because i've been destined for hell since before i was eleven Am i just trying to decieve you, Or am i just trying to disprove you, my my my my or do i love just to see you cry a nation in turmole but does anyone know why maybe i should teach you maybe you shouldn't beLIEve because in the mist of it all its just another LIE

All that was to be shall never truely exist Shall we be free or will the pain only persist Can you anwser the questions that time has made for us Or shall it always be... hidden from most of us would you persist to question. Or sit and learn the lesson? i don't think we understand, that knowledge is the true weapon. Can we finally come to be... free like our nation percieves. Would you like to exterminate me... Merely for stating my believes. The pain shall persist. If we don't find the reason... Of the the poisonous cyst. Are you listening or are you just another demon? All that was to be, Will never come to be. For we don't use our minds. To make us finally be free.

I am the defiler of the mind, And the killer of the soul. How much was lost you will find, To be more than something foul How could you be the genious of our time. How could i be the killer in this rhyme Do you really care if i murder your thought How much of your opinion will you let be bought How much of your soul will be defiled by me When i make you die i'll smile with much glee And yes this is truely me And how true it is i want you to see I will hack your body into pieces Until this failed existence ceases I will forever be here my true intent never clear And the voices you will never hear When they fail to a deaf ear. At the end i will make you all quiver in fear. Im the defiler of your mind And i will be found in due time.