I Coin This Destruction

The Rebirth of Darkness

 

Fashion agendas, the magick ov cinema

Runaway tyrants to brides who've gone criminal

Where more pharmaceuticals rot out our cuticles

Salt in the eyes if it means that you're beautiful

A coffin disguising itself in a movie-role

Glamorous cum in your eyes for a movie-role

I coin this destruction: a path ov misfunction

Pathological fiends are like cowards; we hunt them

To encourage a cowardly dog is a musn't

The "experts" explaining it all are the front-men

'Depression hurts, Cymbalta can help'

I'll hang that b***h higher than ropes strung in Hell

Then set s**t afire to murder the smell

They push all the drugs, we're just killing ourselves

I coin this destruction

No fantasy spell, nor starlet, nor movie-star's tragedy tale

Could ever debunk all the casualties held

I could care less, but I blasphemy well

No under arrest and no magazine shall put me to the test

For my magazine shells are free to the chest

Corporations are schemes

Kind ov like Sméagol in Lord ov the Rings

I coin this destruction.

 

The Demi-Goth King.

Author's Note

In every word is an art form. And for every art form is an adversary.
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