THE KINGDOM OF DUST
Demons released from inside
Exposed to the view of my eyes
Between a swirling daze
Distractions are closely shaped
Unfocused with heavy feet
Its weighing down my brain to sleep
Past life, present, or future
Its vile, foul, and obscene
With these god given crutches
A disabled slave I seem to be
Sounds from the creatures above
They’re communicating a disease
Its sprayed, scattered, and severed
For the damned or unholy
Written by Davey Bales
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