Decisions
Pretty Mouth
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There is riveting success in the mud the filth and slime and muck we
share with the worms is the secret to success and on and on it goes
there is little to none that we bear in the form of love there these
are false ideals including the clothes on your back wear only the
darkness on your heart on your sleeve let the bright ones know the
truth, that is the darkness and you will know us by the supposed
success and fame and we will deliver false gods among the writhing
rounds mulch of the madness yet there will come a time where along
that path darkness will stare back at you whether you succumb or stay
true at the time what should you say is all along joke's on you
steadfast and true remember the harboring of resentment they will
remember the muck and mulch and rust and blood these are the elements
you will say this is not what we wanted they will try to scream
mouths gurgling with blood and pus and tire take these sleeping pills
but know that nothing good will come if you try to fight them you say
we are nothing they scream back eyes melting into their rotting teeth
yes the tire is on both sides but it is the rust it is the blood it
is the mud it is the muck it is this that shall make the darkness
burst past their point of brightness and into their storied fame we
are the citizens of a community ruled by disgust we have no time for
the pure for we are the prurient we have no regard for the devout for
we are the deviant stray from the path you must decide the course
first and let the world have its offended you must create another
stalemate make good art and the whole world will remember you later
make bad art and the world will remember you in your own lifetime
fail and you will succeed in the long run there is a path that leads
to a choice there is a wild animal that is all the libidinous
tendencies inside of me and it is fast approaching there is a choice
deep in the forest surrounded by fog and deadly creatures unable to
communicate with me and 1 will be all alone and 1 will need to make a
decision history is not unified we post scraps on office doors strips
of blood there they hang and out there dry show off the wrongs of the
world we are scattered we are leaves left to the vices of the wind
this is myself these are my choices you will need to make a choice
out there staring the dark wolf in
the face what decision will you make