poem yet riddle

contreversal contact reaches impulses the same way you always do
the negativity that runs though your veins collapses when you hate
I'm not dying for you killer psycholagical calls to reboot my brains
I'm not the one that looks in your eyes and hears deadly games

kill my instict for you dangerous games so I'm blinded and you engage
lifted and shifted your plans go to the revolution in your head
the mass that creates your madness comes with the sickness at last
wich game you will choose this time is depending on the fact you understand this shit

bored to death people might be at this moment while lives are killing out there
seens from my eyes the flashes of deaths comes and goes through my head
some blindminded assholes don't care
aboput the deaths that count all the war out there

feeling powerless to know you're outnumbered the games you give
is giving me stuff to play with the electral impulses I get from this materials
its so fun that my brain almost counts me out of my own body
determend about the facts that creates the sick ideas of making this dust turn in the killing source that keep us running over the floor of hell

sees the orchids over the fields producing poison for our breathes to take
the poison that god is making is working fine so devine like the red wine
signs the failures of human source the unknown remorse
angels of death keeps their jobs by bringing souls at the gates of hell

the shes that keeps on crumbling from the dusty graves
the beats that makes this sickness love on to repeat the circle of the future
rise and shine the black sun arises from its original state
while their serpents wait there goes the gates of faith

leaving these coulored people behind so can procede in negativity
scared of their own image the rage rushes on to heads they explode like threads
crumbles of the past seen to be cast
the art of negativity is always positive if you dont understand dont ask

the person who gives you the most hell in your life
reveals your negativity use it well and you might find yourself in
the happiest kind of dwell
saving your soul ripped by the devision bell

for the future delivers our souls to the poison
some smart assholes will succeed in a nice life
for they understand the system well
they won't reveal themselves in this dwell