If these walls could talk

or my mind could be their eyes

what could I find 

behind these plastic faux wood blinds

Art is a science 

don’t deny it

life is a chance

don’t concentrate on the worry

sit back enjoy the dance

you get no second chance 

one bike and one ride

living in a question

how long we will survive

in these troubled times

over stressed and feelin panicked

 depression, stressing

is it manic or schizophrenic

Ill pick another planet

way out in to the night

only bring the truest people 

from this hell that we abide

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if god recycles soul

I hope God gives out fair portion

child killer reincarnation

would be always coming back abortion

its only hate and lies

deceptive minds

deceptive times

every persons stress gauge 

permanently stuck on survive

so we ride

into the shadows of desperation

like miedeval contimplation

this whole world is mine for the takin

and everyone is high stakin

and the stakes no less than life

this death of civilization

has just begun to materialize

I