had countenance made for a janus mask

flipping far be it from me to knock it

dual thoughts paint the pictures

bent on stitching scarlet letters all through personas

and the proxy observations wouldn't know it's finished

woe is me by the day depicted

figured i'd push the limits

got them scented flowers for the hereafter

the here and now been so elusive

holy ghost before they notice the fix is in

listen they relied on the conditioning and cherry picking

dance with the drums sans lost traditions

fancied curmudgeon logic

paired with facade politics acknowledged

and died extracting every penny out the cost of living.

look no muse could ever match my tithing.

birthed from the commandments of renown writers.

sleight of hand style disciple

demon with the armchair cynicism

fit for the acquainted people

an enigma if you can't keep it a buck about the doctrines

'cause the disappearing act a godsend

run around semantics with the novices

all praise when suddenly impossible is promising

built a soft-landing in satire while capsizing

i've been hiding in the open and

left em with the notion of

still got his fastball but he don't throw it much

objections in the council meeting of one

a brief leisure

edit life to queue the applause break cheat code

drawn out decay

a fallacy only seeking known enlightenment

heard god calling

who would've thought could get it to stop

keep up it's the book of job sequel vision

leaving just to keep it civil

holler out the hermeneutics

fair warning parables on principle

stifled progress pockets shocked while lifting hollowed monuments

in lieu of faux divine guidance

exodus from normalcy assignment

and the asterisk a maladjustment coping mechanism

plus some apathy for sunken climates

bible thumping while they gather loose screws on a good friday

they really fucking nailed it