[Mr. J]

As ideas and concepts blur through
The pen and pages begin to burn too
Subservient levels of absurd use
Let the paper cut, the edge curve through
Pick at souls that are burning eternal
Survivor qualified to medicate, observe you
Justify the means of what the world'll do.
Put the heat to heads pop corn from a kernal
Who do you turn to with the prayer quoted
Embarrass novices until the air is closed in
Find error in opponents through mirrored components
Until it's no longer a surprise
Time to carry on with demise
What are you drawn to surmise...
To continuously honor them lies
I see spirits falling onto the fire
While my though process is wandering by