Treasure Island

Ian Jobst

(October 14,1999 / Oxford)

Inception


This is the inception
of the final resurrection
These people are demonic
and destroying at super sonic speed
I suggest you head the warning
lest you be the object of their scorning
These people I despise
Shall lead to our demise
The devil comes in only one form
It the one that feels the most warm
and the truest to you
He shall come and see you through
the other side
You cannot hide
For he is now
And forever shall reign
But I shall seize this moment
Until I'm prepared to go
Inception is the start of my time
Deception is how you get to me
Perception is how I get through to your non existent soul

Submitted: Monday, May 05, 2014

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