Imitis Liberalis

Time separates the trendy from the true like a river separates the sand from the stones
His black apparel eclipses your shallow perception of flesh.
You still find your way. You’re so professional.
From your pretense conscience comes a pretense judgement.
Is this the closest you can come to a God?
It’s hard for me to keep my mouth shut when I feel like throwing up.
Time separates the trendy from the true like a river separates the sand from the stones
so cut your dead ends, put on your dead trends, we’ll be hosting a funeral for all our dead friends.
Your black apparel eclipses their jaded idea of what’s real.
They have lost their way in the exitless maze you created inside of your head
Dead skin crumbles like a fallen autumn leaf
shedding light on talismans you thought would seal their deceit.
You painted whats inside with the markings of sin
when they put whats inside over their skin.
Intellectualized blasphemy
The sadistic enemy
It sits on a porcelain throne, preaching acceptance
but practicing self-reputational-rejection
I’ll believe you when your teachers can dress like your bullied students.
In my heart I owe nothing to the forsaker institute so fuck your reputation.
Time separates the trendy from the true like a river separates the sand from the stones
so cut your dead ends, put on your dead trends, we’ll be hosting a funeral for all our dead friends.
I observe another season of deceit, traumatized by the sudden halt of the toy carousel.
There is just one way out, through the entrance
et nolite conformari huic saeculo sed reformamini in novitate sensus vestri ut probetis quae sit voluntas
(Dead skin crumbles like a fallen autumn leaf
shedding light on talismans you thought would seal their deceit.
You painted whats inside with the markings of sin
when they put whats inside over their skin.)
From your pretense conscience comes a pretense judgement.
Is this the closest you can come to a God?