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Why must I fall victim to the evil deeds of dark followers? Bats that want to suck the very blood of my success dry then hang my dreams high above my head in endless oblivion? Is it because I cut my own life line so they could smell the failure run down the road instead of across the street? I refuse to become a pawn of flying rat scams. Viruses that manifest a plaque of sick dreams, weak minds, and fuck world riots. Why should I allow the demons to have their way and touch my floor. Casting my angels to their ceiling corners to avoid the shroud of neglect that feeds the minds of the maggot minded? Should I give birth to my own grubs and let them feed on the uplift and praise of new days and replace them with images of crippled prophecies? Letting broken mirrors count the very moments of my self destruction 20 19 18 17 16. Let this be a book pre written to my life I can not foresee and every hand in this dyeing planet has a pen 15 14 13 12 11. Let my words become the light that directs the lost to freedom and peace for new life 10 9 8 7 6. Just allow my visions to predominate a dream cloud that floats away and watch the sky move further from your eye until 5 4 3 2 1. Blackout. - Jmo