“Trying to keep an eye on you”…

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Sat in the corner,
of a cheap hotel room…

Champagne in hand,
camera on zoom…

As the action unfolded,
in the dark of nightfall…

The twisted voyeur,
captured it all…

Watching her victim,
chained to the bed…

Blindfold and handcuffs,
arms and legs spread…

The vice girl has finished,
walked out the door…

After fucking him hard,
he was begging for more…

But she left with her money,
no questions were asked…

Unwittingly starring in,
this very visual act…

Caught through the lens,
of the sick voyeur’s tool…

And now it’s her turn,
she knows what to do…

With the camera recording,
she leans over him…

Kisses his sweet lips,
before plunging the knife in…

Straight into his heart,
without any hesitation…

Watching him die,
with a cruel fascination…

Smiling so sweetly,
as his life ebbs away…

So high on the feeling,
produced by killing her prey…

And bringing herself slowly,
to an orgasmic state of mind…

Before returning to her screen,
to replay and rewind…

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“Raise your hands up to the sky”…

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Raise your hands…

Up to the sky…

Never ever question…

Never ask why…

Just follow the system…

Obey all the signs…

Listen to the preacher…

Walk forward blind…

Move like a Sheep…

In a field of Wolves…

Avoiding their teeth…

And horns of the Bulls…

That appear from nowhere…

From behind the trees…

It’s how “THEY” trick you…

And make you believe…

Keeping you walking…

Straight down the line…

Trick you into thinking…

That everything’s FINE

Whilst “THEY” steal your soul…

Sneak in the back door…

So you never notice…

Yet offer them more…

Not even realising…

On your hands and knees…

As you pray unto them…

So eager to please…

Offering to them…

Everything you own…

But “THEY” already own it…

It was a story you were told…

That talks about freedom…

As if it really exists…

This gift from the Gods…

The lie that persists…

But the truth is stranger…

Wrapped up in that lie…

As you will only be free…

On the day that you die…

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“If we are going to Hell, we might as well enjoy the fall”…

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Is he still a good person…
If Jesus is not in his heart…
If he doesn’t believe in religion…
And he didn’t agree from the start…

Does it mean that he is a Devil…
Someone to be despised…
And considered a mortal horror…
When viewed through someone else’s eyes…

Is he going to be banned from heaven…
The place we all should aspire to…
Will the spirit elevator just take him down…
To the basement below level two…

Is he destined to walk the Earth forever…
Because no one will take his soul in…
Should he start to hedge his bets…
And perhaps let one of them win…

Does it mean that his soul is branded…
As simply not a worthy man…
Because he won’t get on his knees…
And shout “God, I’m your biggest fan”

And even if that’s what he did…
Which God would want him the most…
So many of them to choose from…
And he’s lacking a quiz show host…

If he sits and asks for forgiveness…
Beg to be cleansed of his sins…
Confess all his crimes on a night time…
Perhaps one of them may let him in…

He’s got time to figure this out…
But only God knows just how long…
As the end is getting closer…
Will God tell him if he calls it wrong…

Because religion doesn’t inspire him…
It looks like a cult for the damned…
There are ones that abuse its children…
And others who blow up their men…

Some people will knock on his door…
And tell him about this mythical being…
What do they know that he doesn’t…
What does he miss that they’re seeing…

So please, is he still a good person…
If Jesus doesn’t enter his heart…
If he doesn’t buy into religion…
By the time he is due to depart…

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“Without a scream, in the dead of night”…

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It’s as clear as purest Black…
And dark as sinful White…
Searching right into the day…
Looking left throughout the night…
It’s the only way to find it…
Wherever it may be…
The only way to feel inside…
But to never let them see…

It’s where you least expect it…
Where no life on Earth exists…
A memory you can’t explain…
Dark thoughts you must dismiss…
It demands you keep its secret….
A treasure chest of trust…
If it slips right through your fingers…
It’ll disappear like dead man’s dust…

It’s always in the beginning…
Yet the middle means so much more…
But when no one sees it coming…
The ending opens up a door…
It means the Sun is hiding…
When locked away inside…
Yet it is always shining…
Ensuring all your tears get dried…

Its eyes closed to the vision…
And minds blocked mentally…
Each heart afraid to beat in time…
Whilst falling accidentally…
Its playful spirit is unholy…
Any God would look away…
There will be no intervention…
No matter how much they all pray…

Because it’s now time just to listen…
And try to communicate…
Hear everything it has to say…
Before it’s much too late…
It’s as clear as purest White…
And as dark as sinful Black…
Just keep searching for the right…
One day you’ll claim it back…

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