[bad word]  [bad word] shhgroup

Sometimes I feel like I’m living a hollow life
My mind is ill, my misgivings & sorrows slice
Like a diamond through steel,
I’m living with Apollo’s wife
I should be grinning, hallowed & righteous
At moments I am, atonement is my plan
But until then, I instill gems
& kill dens of demons to reach it,
rebirth them with teachings
& build with friends,
we speak of the Earth’s secrets
But what of it’s problems,
the warring of its inhabitants
The Third World’s horrors
& the blasphemous nature of its patrons,
colonizers created its conditions
And miserly sated their illness
as they raped and pillaged
Don’t be surprised if there’s sedition
We hear statistics,
nobody bothers to mask them
Nobody bothers to ask
what they can do to change them
Bask in the [bad word] of your brain stem
Don’t be passively subdued by the main men
Plotting your demise,
brewing it in strange dens
Watch me as I rise
like a hawk in the skies
With the beauty of Rainmen,
my duty is to tame them
who strayed from the path that’s eightfold
& preyed on the passive, stray souls
That gathered grey gold in their mining ventures
I am my mind’s apprentice
I abide by my higher self
& it’s shamanic senses,
I’m onyx tempered
I shine with each colour
on the sonic [bad word] 
My timeless & meek brothers
Feel my phonics lectures
I’m no conqueror or jester
I don’t seek to be dominant or pester
Gestures of Love reign supreme
There’s no shame in dreaming
Look above as the rain is cleaning
Your soul, cleansing it from fiending ghouls
Demeaning your goals so you never reach themSever them and impeach them
Better men with teachings
Follow the Light of the Goddess’ path
Don’t lead a hollow life in God’s wrath
Be at odds with your past
Dodge ghastly presences
Ask for Heaven-sends instead
Sever the seven heads of the Beast
Inside you, thriving in your subconscious
Don’t taunt it, either tame it or conquer it
Fame is a monster you shouldn’t seek
Seek the good & the meek