Sugar Halls of Hell

© May 20, 2015. All Rights Reserved.

A wellborn, stillborn baby,
Perfected by genetics.
Injected with synthetics.
Infected only daily.
Respected comes the glory.

Sugar halls of hell.
Seven heads. Ten horns.
Casting down the tale.
A sugar lie warns.

Belial.
The world’s in denial,
Running crowded rainbows.
Their halos have arrows.
Belial.
Enlightened in a trial,
Miracles on black boughs,
Dripping down barrels of crows.

Still shackled to the black halls,
And blamed for your cause.
With no episodic pause.
Turning sugar into walls,
Every sugar treat falls.

Sugar halls of hell.
They’ve never witnessed.
Casting down the tale.
Prediction’s not promised.

Belial.
The world’s in denial,
Running crowded rainbows.
Their halos have arrows.
Belial.
Enlightened in a trial,
Miracles on black boughs,
Dripping down barrels of crows.

Retractable gates surround,
Cribs with misguided voices.
A myth rumored by choices,
But there’s Hell on Earth around.
Lost scriptures to expound.

Sugar halls of hell.
Sweet hypnosis.
Casting down the tale,
To a fortress.

Belial.
The world’s in denial,
Running crowded rainbows.
Their halos have arrows.
Belial.
Enlightened in a trial,
Miracles on black boughs,
Dripping down barrels of crows.

Buried in misconceptions;
Vivid in sugar sparkles.
But livid in articles.
Holding insipid weapons,
Giving sugar and fortunes.

Sugar halls of hell.
The mixture explains.
Casting down the tale,
Where black sugar reigns.

Belial.
The world’s in denial,
Running crowded rainbows.
Their halos have arrows.
Belial.
Enlightened in a trial,
Miracles on black boughs,
Dripping down barrels of crows.

LEFT HAND PATH TRAVEL

© May 15, 2015. All Rights Reserved.

Intro:

His balls are made of bullets, so what do you think his guns are made of? His nursery rhymes are lullabies, so her defense puts a spell on contact. She’s said to be a Neanderthal. She prevented the Witch Trials. She prevented most of evil. What isn’t about her is evil.

A spiral mouth
When opened.
She swallows;
The taste’s swell.
Her best friend knows
What happened,
Talking his way
In the trail.

She’s a
Temporary life,
Digesting
Mystery cells.
Circling cities
With a knife.
She awakes for
More than males.

Expect her to
Cheer and support?
Respect’s demanded,
And it’s short.
Complain why a
Race can’t get by.
The slums are where
Y’all plan to die,
Stomping her
Brain in surgery,
Until her mind
Shows no mercy.
She sees a good
Future for few,
Where the few can
Influence new.
The new are being
Framed in court.
She’s rotting for prey;
Life’s too short.
Born from foster homes,
To jail cells,
To cell blocks,
Mental wards,
And spells.
Dilemmas
Beg for a dreamer.
Y’all jeer for her;
Y’all laugh at her.
No more skills when
She eats herself,
When no corpses are
On the shelf.
Instinct in cities
That’s immense.
Drink the liquor in
Bloody quints,
Shields of Damascus steel
Used since.
Conjure Greek fire
On their bloodlines,
To bleak decay
On their damn shrines.

Fuck the friendship.
You want to know her?
Her mind could slip.
The downright killer.

She sleeps
With new intentions,
Storming
In territories.
It rains when
She runs with guns.
No one
Believes these stories.

Homicidal hypothesis.
Suicidal paradise.
Abandonment down abyss.
Vital plagues for sacrifice.

Killing her worth
Like a palm reader.
Living her birth
Like a psychic life.
Giving her Earth
Another leader.
She’s hungry,
And she eats with a knife,
Killing her children
Like the pilgrims.
Giving science
Abused syndromes.
Riding the horse
Back to the feeder.
Calling all men
A woman beater.
Falling in a void of a cheater.
Eldritch skies
In disguised asylums.
Viaducts arching
To dark shortcuts.
Welts ambushing
Dead riots to sluts.
Hide the
Veil of Veronica.
The blood
In a harmonica.
Extremism unbroken
And struts.
Luck’s a dilemma.
Coma’s karma.
Disarm a legion
To alarm more.
Left theories.
What is she here for?
Her mission’s
Tradition for fun.
Being corruption
Holding a gun?
Wings of narcotics
By rejection?

She’s living, but sleeping.
She’s living, but thinking.
She’s living, but needing.
She’s living, but killing.

She’s sleeping, but walking.
She’s thinking, but frowning.
She’s needing, but living.
She’s giving, but eating.

She’s sleepwalking
In a time machine.
She’s yelling
Until the travel ends.
Changing the world
By every step seen.
This hero made enemies
That’s friends.