Pot Of Filth

They say that in this place nothing what it seems,

Lost in the routine and fishing for our dreams.

I once astral projected but it was accidentally,

Toughening myself all the way up now mentally.

No longer celebrate Halloween, sold my masks,

Separated by God to see if I'm up to the tasks.

Little by little my old self is falling away, slumped,

Detox my soul, body parts, Holy water pumped.

Becoming the Doom Slayer, exorcising my mind,

Awake to the warfare while they stumble blind.

Politics is fake, energised my whole vocabulary,

Ghouls and goblins in windows but you can't see. 

Behind closed doors council members satanic,

An iceberg of pure angels will sink their Titanic.

Nothing new, generational worship of evil is here,

Look, discern intently, important to have no fear.

It's out of control, we can only bring awareness,

A melting pot of filth pouring out on the surface.