As my material vessel withers
Perception becomes a reflection of confusion
Innocence turns to cancer
Optimism turns to irradiated nausea
And life becomes fertilizer for an uncertain tomorrow
Coveted materials create cheap highs
Death of the loved creates a blood clotted soul
Injectable serums are a social virtue
Science is assembly line suicide
And media becomes a lifetime three-card-Monte
God becomes a captor
Reincarnation becomes a curse
Are we angels, demons or a animated snuff film
Distribution of pain and suffering is Communist-like
I have to ask God one question
What did we ever do to you?
~Ghost
‘YOU DEFIED ME. BEGONE FROM MY GARDEN! .. and here, so ya don’t think I’m vindictive or anything.. have some Free Will and we’ll just see what kinda shenanigans YOU get into.’
Ghost we want the cans not your lame ass poems that you think that they are genius which they aren’t if you don’t sell them today then it shows that you are not a man who goes by his word