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[theirishpig]

Flawed

Each turn I take
is the wrong direction.
Every word I speak
brings on correction.
I wish I could
deceive deception,
and close the doors
hindering affliction.

Head Creeps

For every particular dwelling deserted
and for every love disconcerted,
living under the branches of a hate tree,
the undying will to live never escapes me.
My soul had been raided by sadists,
my memories decayed and faded,
but I had driven away the head creeps.
The battle had rendered me weak.
This day in history cannot be recorded,
the doors are locked and the windows boarded.
How can one live in a world of deception?
Im laying in wait for my time of redemption.
Damn your discretion, damn you despair,
tell me you hate me when the feeling is there.
This land I tread is riddled with fear.
Here, ghosts appear perfectly clear.
Brain-fluid leaks from holes in my head.
Disorientation delivers me terribly mislead.

Thrown To the Wolves

Scapegoat slain,
brought down by his shepherd.
Wolves on flesh
survival of the better.
This immaculate infection
dispatched by the gods
lead the wolves by the nose
to the hide of the hogs.
The bloodlust in wolves
is evil instinct.
Beware of the wayward
thoughts you think.
Feel the fangs bear down.
Run yourself to the ground.
Feel the fangs bite in.
Prepare yourself for sin.
On the hunt again,
pursuing the innocent.
Blood feeds their drive.
boundless evil never relents.