The Art of Jagged Mischief



The Art of Jagged Mischief

Sonic eyes, raised from thunder,
The gambling thief made to wander,
Walk the line playing Three-Card Monte,
Show me the art of jagged mischief,
Let me flow, let the water chase me.

Bigotry, sound my alarm now.
Holy scriptures, intoxicate me.
Authority, spit my lies now.
Tunnel vision, indoctrinate me.
Let it show, let the vaudevillian fake it.

Keep away, oh emasculating mothers,
Keep away, oh uniformed fathers,
Keep away, oh corrosive lovers,
Keep away your tools of torture,
Let me breathe, let the air consume me.

Oh lucid dreams, control my instincts,
Incinerate all jurisdictions,
Ascendancy will not save me,
Too deep in love with my choice of poison,
Let it kill, Let the killer quiver.

What are rules, what are riches?
Savagery come and caress me
With the art of jagged mischief,
As fated lovers with no ties to tainted boundaries,
Let it tease, let it feel the heart out.

Leave me here, in my little bubble,
Leave me here, in my cave of wonders,
Leave me here, in my cynical blanket,
Leave me be oh spiritual preacher,
Let me burn, let the devil take me.

Written by: Putera Muhamad Ashraf

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