Scrimmage

How do you cope with the stress,
knowing that your whole life is one big mess.
Constantly struggling with emotional distress.

It's hell on earth and I've been here since birth.
Wondering if it'll ever be worth,
clashing with demons for unknown reasons.

Awaiting the day that this place freezes,
so I can smash my world into bits and pieces.
At least I have an outlet to unload this -
anger and aggravation.
My own little mental perforation,
to release the swelling frustration.

She's got me going to church,
says I need be on the search.
To find Jesus and pledge my allegiance,
else I'll be sent to hell for eternal grievance.
She doesn't know I'm already here,
there's nothing else left for me to fear.

Stuck in the middle of a tug'o'war,
not sure which side I'm fighting for.
But I don't even need to choose,
either side of this crafty ruse.
A twisted guise to rule my views and virtues

Religion is merely a decision to keep yourself in prison.
No need for trials, you're all guilty of sinnin'.
The perfect epitome of Stockholm syndrome,
believing the cage you live in is your real home.

What happened to innocent until proven guilty?
Why hold my human nature and urges against me?
"Alright kids, listen.
Fall into submission,
or you'll get a free admission to hell.
Now now, don't cry.
The mighty one up on high loves everyone.
But you better fear him,
or he'll let you burn like the scorching sun."

I guess I'm doomed to live in flame,
all because I can't accept his name.
Forgive me for thinking that it's all insane.
But I can't believe in what's not mundane.

Reaping souls like it's your only goal.
Telling me you can make me whole.
Saying only you can fill that hole.
Even after all the things you stole.
I'm not leaving without a fight,
even against all your holy might.
So you had better expect a scrimmage,
the next time you make man in your own image.

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Ghost of Despair
Insidious Incarceration
Unknown Known
Memory Lane
Fever
Born in A Storm
Addiction

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In memory of Gregory Black
Beautiful