Here we go again, another scripture from the mind of Dmyz. I'm tired of writing articles, well, the articles are tired. The world is crashing down around us and the control is out of our hands as individuals. All I can do, and all you can do is write, create, tell your story, paint your masterpiece, help your soul to sing. Let us inspire others with our light, or in some cases, lack thereof. Go green in more ways then one, and by all means, keep seeking peace, whether with your family, your neghbor, or the whole world. Let us work towards getting there together. The following is/was in my soul, in my mind, let it fly...
I just can't let the past eat at my ass like a rash I catch or a drug relapse Take a sip of hen pick up my pen and relent Torment ferments on this page I'm penetent I mean I'm leaving my demons and heathens start a new season ruled rightly with reason I just can't look back can't relax or distract back, heart, brain is black broken in half Until there's nothing left spill my guts and breath feel my gun it's blood red will the sun ever set Whatever happens I'm gonna keep on blasting relapse like a savage hope God can see past it All I know is nothing fronting about something running heart thumping hunted cause it's month end I got no G's, no green under siege, I'm not free never be, though I plead my seeds a diety. Picture me plotting stopping short of the coffin Coughing lungs can't stop this got a mic, I'll rock it Keep creating, stop hating find new faith in self Stop belating, keep Satan away I need help Implicated, my nerves fraying pain fileting brain just spraying afraid of the cage sayings Can't relate, only hate rules the face of the state Maybe fake my wake run to sun shine and bake Insurance for hurtin blurting first, it's working curses on persons murdered worthlessly hurtled Across the abysmal with money in fist fulls sinister senators, ministers miserable Protection from hectic hexes rained from heaven redirect with blessings sketch hell for heretics That's all they deserve not concerned with learning 1st Just return to hearste's full bodies herded, no cure. Hopelessly coasting medically I'm chosen Genes seathe creatively history will know this Medicants of marijuana and cursed with mad verse never blame suffering on the world I'm sure Inner combat between the present and past Atrophy of self helps redeem through relapse measure time by the pulse treasure rhyme, every thought vivid visual rituals when I reach the top Graciously voracious all appetite, no patience crave devestation no hesitation, I'm blatant Escape is the only route my hate has found If I don't wake the crowd I'll taste the ground I'm looking ahead instead of a life of dread Won't sleep till I'm dead never rest in a bed Too much to do, time to strive '07 will be live It's time to get mine as long as I survive
@Copyright March 2007 Prescott JohansonSend us your comments on this article