Good Fight Won

[Verse 1]
I just got done with a slog
Hard to see with the fog
I try to stay in my log cabin
I recall what’s on the other side
Which is a far off planet
I’m there, I astral project but
I am still where I have been
Back in this damn project
Busy there in a matter of seconds
So you’re embarrassed when you do something good
‘cause you have it backwards
You do bad and then get pat on the back for it
It is the anxiety and asphyxiation
And depression
And what led to
Relief from the pressure is
When you did what they had recommended
Fixating on the only thing you can see
What you want to eat
When ingested
Drowning deeper in the swamp of deceit
Tunnel vision and the myopia
The narrow mind bleeds
One track that leads you back to
Absolute greed
It starts with eggs followed by bacon
And then ham with the cheese
Then microwaveable mystery meat
Not to mention nothing healthy
And this here is where that saga begins
And this is where the drama begins
Listen as you hear the sound getting dim
There’s no communication
Where communion has been
Only the choking and screams
Lack of dreams
And your back getting weak
On poor sleep, insomnia
Depletion of energy occurs ubiquitously
’til you stop self-injuring

[Verse 2]
Where once was warm fuzzies
When dipshits were on your nuts
Gave you something of spirit
But once you put down the
Unlucky living
Pick up the vinegar and Bush’s
Vegetarian beans
When you say that I want in
So I can feel and see and hear
And stop the numbness
Even if they call me things
Or start coughing suggestively
The inadequacy and jealousy
Of people with no reason to be
Say you want to witness these things
‘cause the suggestion is
You’re lesser than whoever you meet
Refuse their food and
Choose what is good
Then you’re better than these weaklings
You see it and you know it
There is nothing that can even remotely come close
Or close this shit
System prison demolished like Oklahoma City
Without the pity
But who of them didn’t have it coming?
They all had it coming
Or virtually all of those underlings
And that was supposed to happen
Like how the iron fist
Will tighten its grip
To keep what it wanted to grab and
Being happy with total control
Pushing and fighting the pull
Holding the only thing you ever have know
Or you could begin to grow
Until you find the secret path
You’ll quickly reach the
Lake of fire and scream and cry and gasp
And call out in anguish
But no one’s there to hear what you’re saying
Or to say anything back
They’re far away and in prayer
So while you’re flailing ‘cause you sought no
Opposition
All the soldiers for the good cannot protect you
Or come to rescue
It’s very destitute
Saints seek wisdom from the truth
Never from prostitutes
How are your kids now that you’re doing
To them what daddy did to you?
Or just how mommy spit on you?
Self-relegated
To a second class spittoon you’re willing to
Mine—climbing
Yours dying
One of mine goes, another one combines with them
One of yours rubs themselves out
Takes several others when they get out
The coming is inevitable
Only so long before it comes upon us
Not much longer you can suck the devil off sick
The reverend’s here
I’m not talking ‘bout me
I’ll leave that for you
To never find out or see
And for mine to
Fly out and greet
When it gets here