The time is nigh

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Life is death, and deaf is what we can't hear
subconsciously haggling with camera tricks since the Pap Smear
And now the land fears the new threat of evolution
adolescence ever lampooning, pests in their suclusion
They're testing the humour and patience of human endangerment
and forcing all the city folk to stew in the vacant mess
They created with mindframes that are cadent with aching
because evil was cased in, anticipating the danger awaking
Primitive beings doing nothing, but hunting for enemy gain
in an attempt to see my inner child deceased down memory lane
Like an entity slained, mentally..energy trained specially
to put an end to me, or it seems that way with jade weaponery
There's space in my dreams for falling or some more torment
like warfare with nefarious behemoths with claws and four heads
I'm caught before bed by these happenings and scenario's
needless to catch 40 winks we're trapped in sin as far as we gooooo

My birthright was cursed flight left for crash landing
nothing to pilot this plain sailing on high water, I'm trapped stranded
In mass panic within the book of damned
portraying existence in unchartered realms and I'm looking for plans
For caving encription to this waste of an Anthropoid description
thinking along 12 step lines of immoral depiction, elixir drinking
It's just fiction within a convict, folk law breaking
A son of a beach with coast corassion, just a ghost forsaken
We toast to satan, head of the table top, the centerpiece
of dinner with the deceased, caught between ends of means and peasant grief
Incessantly questioning my rationality for hopeful presence
till the point- my effervescence lasting evanescence
Forever contestant in this game show-case of stolen identities
a living invasion of the body snatchers, potent in every scene
When we focus in between two stools, and consequently then do fall
everything hits home to cause a medley of doomed storms
But who's born to face the music from these instruments of destruction
everyone, as we're damned when the dam cracks, implicates in influxion
Instructed in interuption leak out into a basin of city scape
as they all gaze up in doubt and perish for pitty's sake