The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Lord Of Delinquency
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So that's it is it?
Parasite of emotions!
Nounst fed upon ones empty head
and drunk upon ones ample heart
Like a drifter onto the next accommodating town
I have yet to figure if you be friend of foe?

Tormentor of my sanity?
Or a fire that keeps me warm and alive?
I try and put this jigsaw piece into other puzzles
But love doesn't fit there, no matter how crudely it is placed
Fcuk it! A picture is a picture after all
Second thoughts, let me take this piece back
Place it in my pocket
keep it safe
for one that deserves it


One can function at 99%
Stars and moonlight guide my path
For who needs fires anyway?
They only burn out and fade away
I am free
But extremely dangerous
Like a great white shark
In a public swimming pool
contained but deadly still

I have allowed danger to rule my life
Lust and risk to be my venom
Love doesn't live here any more
Such a flippant emotion
Behold the beast that's broken off his chains

Like a pillaging Viking
Rapping and killing
for fun
And it is
For not without moral fibers
I have become a lord of delinquency

Feast upon my table
Who cares for mess or crumbs
Eat i tell you. Eat!
Become full on lifes ripened bosom
And how i adore it!

Like a tornado out of control
No excuses this time
Not when my mind is clear
And unstoppable
The controller is gone
Loves fastened bolts are loose
Hold on and enjoy the ride
No safety manual needed here!







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