Skeletons-of-Meth

Resurrect the Undead Skeletons-of-Meth to pass the devil's test yah best to guess your diagnosis of mental illness you gotta be prepared for the end and you gotta show satan you care in case, showcasing you, always, you have got to dress only at your very best be preordained by a church chaplain please the priest by a church sanction and eat within the ceremonial practice so bless this mess cos i might capture the likes of Benjamin Franklin's kite and uncover the ways of thinking almost certury years old and hidden like women of Playboy cover pictures in the mansion, where they are just left up to their pussies wet dripping so damn tempted to dive in, hidding in the jacuzzi outback. next time I'll be pussy whipping for sure. suspense is culture supreme picking apart like roadkilling to eat and as vultures so skilled at what i told ya they defeat rotten meat in bolder stomachs of metal made but man is attuned with attainment of thrill with feeding on meals and yet to better understand that he got a blessed soul hell sent efferescent to refrain from desent and went through me like a pit of hot coals in past lives i lived the past rips apart my heart like riddles and demonstrative gags so, anyhow sometimes my Lifeline can allow to usually correct aboriginality of individuality impacted moments disponent defuse the dillusional battles proved and when in other times of crisis my family rises and my life is a movie script without any empathy and a lack of true stories just a Thriller slash tragedy for the borders to speculate on that about this and how much to target hits so that I'm relentless Jury fleed from a mist in a jinx of djinn against the gust of whirl winds bashing whistling howling tunes thru town like brain patterns you dont need to hold onto and are out of fashion like KMart on fashion show for bush week but left alone my rushing around is in fact, just much more focused on the straight up facts we seek manifested mentalities your on the A list of the TV tele Vision Screens illest on the freaking interwebs deep seeded downloaded more than bad boy record did. hit me up for ghostwritten bars from a lyrical murderer with musical heartstrings uptop and from straight up word of mouth dont stop drop and roll inwards to the belly of the vermicelli mouth gulped dont sit atop up on the perch of the valley ofskeletons-of-meth baby been bellying up for my introducing to the hands been getting shook on-demand and to the plans getting took at first glance today your stance is imperaonates you perfectly you can even choose whether you want to dance with the devil's daughter at the Debutant ball or belly up and prepare yourself for the breath of death in the stomach of parasitical pests and deadly mythical beasts so rotten is fate your face still squirmish as you try to scream while indigestible to him it seems but of courae nobody hear's or responds with help because they dont want to put themselves in harms way, you wait and acid burns but it's only surface deep infected flesh wounds but time upon left you burnt like roadkill on a plate to take to the devils cage and quarterised yourself on the way all the wounds so soothingly blasting its checkmate you lose. on darkened nights then in a sixth of the light upon the dimmest of days resurrecting skeletons-of-meth like the one coming curse that awaits it hurts to have to ask but its just all part of the process you know this so answer honest as you can kid, now do you talk tougher than the lot of us or do you push it harder like your not stopping til bad times have past descending down the hill in outshone publicity stunts of spells been cast by midnight candle light blewn dark before reciting the verse to curse the intended recipient now do you stand tall while the ball gets handed to you or do you fall to your knees and crumble into dust before the Devil at the throne of his feet as the second hour hand comes to pass do you know of the powers that are held in satans hand only as he arrogance at this satan looked at him and laughed in the dark corners of underworldly dusty curiousity taunters said shadow figures led to the rivers and spotted dancing between bridges now darting behind shaded lights pine trees and shrubbery in time midnight rocks around and has arrived but the given fiction seems to export friction in my mind and seems to have proven these darken shadow figure beings proof to he true is seen with my own eyes. and in my experience do you take the front of the pack but then turn to punch back or take one for the team getting punched and smacked like pineapple tree fruit for lunch. knock us down only to get to your feet and take them apart peace by peace walk-off holding your head up high with a raging desire to laugh at the opponents leaving little droplets of Blood on the grass broken nose fists are thrown and them be fed to the wolves that's for certain I suppose done exactly by the book close the curtains dont get it mistook theyve been pergeing behind mythological crannys and nooks in the loopholes that reality leaves unshook.