FLEETING SHIP OF DEATH: February '04

Jaded men walk free through life,
soulless beings, corruption is rife,
why am I bound,
people spit on me in passing by,
no objection, not a sound...

I walk to the end,
eyes on the ground,
is life on the mend,
floating carcass takes me away,
no angels to be found...

You call this heaven,
I call this damnation,
he laughs at us from afar,
master of the crossbreeding manifestation...

Your eternal smile,
like a disease,
cancer of the mind,
the uncontrollable is seized...
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