You can make an exception for deception if protection is the objective

[Ebony Zebedee]

Objectively I object to protection of myself
Would rather rot in hell than put another soul on the shelf
With intent of detriment I relent to seek safety
And so I bask in complimentary objectivity

They preach to me so soothingly
Kind words and gifts of tounge
Admist the ruin and rubble I sought to gift the sun
A shadow of a willow branch to cool the burning lust
That has us robbing mothers and creating child from dust

So simply inaffectual with affection so unseen
Yet felt stronger than than the grasp of hands
I must admit I do believe
In mysticism born east of the date line found out west
In lands of sand and milk and honey and only at my behest

They gratify a core need to be valued and loved
Yet I percieve that as a weakness so seek gratification from the drug
The earthly herbs been grafted
Corrupted just like man
For uncle sam and he be damned and all who took exams

The natural element was undervalued just the same
As the leper who sought better or the sick who fed the lame

Just writing as a gesture in a hope to communicate
Something other than vendetta or emperialistic weight

Cash i us clay
Or cash or coin
Or just a simple man
Who was taught to love himself which was objected to unto this day

Alas i am but peasantly but i like being average and meek
Not trying to make sense or slaughter for the freaks

Simply riddling obessively
My mind is ill at ease

I am lonesome but not lonely and wish not to be teased

So i reach out quite genuinely
Assured
It will be recieved in kind
Then realise not all possess my fleeting peace of mind

I'll bid adiue till next time
Maybe put some effort in
To my next expression and hope that I dont rue the imposed sin

The repercussions of my art
And yes it can be bane

At times I am so selfish
But ive never sought the fame

Deranged, demented, demonstrated
Incapacitated, incarcerated

My solitude is heavenly until i hear the voice
It speaks of futures so horrific where no man has a choice

Money wont buy freedom
Evil will rule the day

The voice said quite specifically
You will once again be slaves

Made me physically ill
Such a tax on the system

I had visions of the kkk training on fields with precision

My eyes started to pop out of my skull
I was transfixed

He asked was i a leprechaun
Some times i feel just like a witch

Best left unsaid unless you genuinely would like to know
Not sure if i should be taken with a grain of salt or snow

Both dissolveable if the temperature is right
And so i part in temprerance wishing i had the strength to fight.

[Sccit]

Nice

[Ebony Zebedee]

This shit is cornier than a hot buttered kernel.
I was trying to distract myself from psychosis and didnt contemplate what I was writing. Just wrote whatever came to mind.

[Ebony Zebedee]

Its the only thing ive written poetically in its entirety all year.