The chemicals that we breathe and blow clouding the fortress that once cloaked all of our wounds
The arguments
The grieving
The strife
The twisting and turning of the blades of knives slicing deep into the flesh
Hearing the echo of the chanting that crawls along the rocks that no longer mesh with the hills
In the midst of all the toxicity
In the weaknesses of our wills
The portable devices that abscond the purity
The bantering of all the beasts
The bitter taste if immorality that taints the food within every feast
The calling upon of astral anomalies that pose as patrons, controlled by words
The toxicity that outlines the shadows, bringing to the darkness of the night the songs of all the birds
Nothing is hidden from anything
Privacy is never complete
A toneless void rides upon the Phoenix\'s red wings as she carries the voodoo to the soles of all the dancing feet
D\'aath emerges from the abyss that swirls in cesspools across the globe
The Pope soars across his dirty threshold to his pubescent harem, dropping to the icy marble his regal violet robe
The toxicity that clings to human morale
We are haunted by only ourselves
The ghosts have all gone to the light as it states in the books that they never even bothered to take off of their shelves
Finally realizing that they are from here long gone, they now seek the closure that comes from moving on
Looking back upon their pasts that would never allow them to set themselves free
Laughing at all the living fools with their futures that blind them so they cannot even see
There exists now this mask that over-shadows the Earth
A blanket of toxicity...
5/24/2010