what I'm looking at

[Mr. O]

Perhaps the world needs to deny a life...
to persecute the ones who rise to remain wise.
To remain alive is like purifying my sight,
feeling cleansed through the time of blight.
As I see myself through the mirror,
I can feel the true fear of my peers
that suddenly disappear as the wicked one fleer.
The death on the street is a music that repeats,
the cemetery of dreaded fleets, creeps
through the soul of the lost sheeps
again and again till no one sleeps.
The painting of the world benighting,
frightened by the enlightment
is same as UFO, always denying.

Let my sins burn in flame filled with shame,
holding my grudges of what I pertain
the identity of inane that brought my world to strain.
I'll never sink like a boat that drifted to lost world.
It's lost moral that murdered my youth of sorrow.
It's no hope, no glory, no worry, no dope.
It's no mope, no sorry, no story, just grow.
I can see the dreaded rain falling like alicia key;
the words that gave birth to meanings is in need.
To repeat death is the new self-defeat,
the elite of my understanding is growing with seed.


blah..just random shit.