Odd Ways

I and "Jim Lemay", are the only demons in my life
They control all of my hate
That I feel inside
The only way i control my pain
is though the ritual of hate and cause of dismay
Forture smile on the ones whom are the un-needing
While the rest wade in the extriment of society

If seeing in believeing
Then see with an darken abyss
Tied around your face
Bound by strings of the puppetier
Feelings of which that disappear
Fear controls the innerds, of the bowels, of
The "Holy" ones

If Magick where to appear from the unseen hero
Then the Populars ones best look behind their backs
Much Enjoyment to seen on the Populars Ones
Leading the dismay of the unheard the unloved and down right damned

Child Laughter heard in the halls of a schools
Around this nation of hate and lies
Taught that pity is for weak
Embleishment of internal desires
They whom use the most only to be left emptied by their greed and their god.

Leaving the pure at heart whom have the wrong things for the right reasons. Me