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Poet of Pain and Double D

I think me and you, we both can manage to agree

That freedom isn't after all exactly so free

In fact we've found out that it costs a pretty pricey fee

Crawling through the corruption and praying under the Devil's diabolical tree

Walking through the devastating destruction and demoralizing debris

Running rapidly toward redemption on a wounded and weary knee

Red light, Green light...conquer and kill as we count to three

Stitch my eyes shut if this is what sight frightfully forces us to see



...With every flying bullet and falling bomb, we wretchedly wonder what this wicked world of war has become

Dancing in the decaying dreams of our dependence while safeguarding the frigid flame of freedom...



August appears to be colder than usual this tragic time of year

Frigid feeling of failure forcing feeble fighters to abruptly flee in fear

This poet of pain has painfully endured it all

I've climbed the highest mountains of majesty and also somehow survived the ultimate fall

The blood of my poisoned pen drips and ignites the essence of my very soul

Keep ascending these delicate steps of success until reaching my imperative goal

We've blended together the black and white, but together this tag team still lives in another day, another shade of gray

Atlas, lift that laborious load off of your sore shoulders and pass the torch of tragedy my way



...And as another American Rag is lowered at half mass, our contaminated country crumbles like a cookie into a countless creation of rotten crumbs

Playing in the polluted powder of our past while protecting the frigid flame of freedom...



This silenced stallion has been restrained in his stable of surrender for way too long

This once timid underdog is now on the pinnacle of perfection and pleasure where I rightfully belong

Pretty pale for a horse so dark but I’ve still managed to hold true to my noble name

Keep painfully playing this grotesque game while sadistically sheltering freedom’s frigid flame

I've resided in the freezing fields of Helsinki and lived in the hottest layers of Hell

Unleashing a rebel yell and salivating to the satanic sound of a betraying bell while tossing my two toxic cents into the wicked wishing well

The steering wheel to my success is in my hands and I'll swiftly speed through the stop signs when I drive

This delicate dove has been soaring in hawk infested skies for what seems like forever and still has managed to overcome the obstacles and survive

A brand new scar has been born today that will never ever heal and fade away

Sisyphus, quit rolling that backbreaking boulder uphill and bring forth that baton of blame this way



...Look up above and witness the sky descend down while the narcissistic nimrods remain naïve and numb,

Assassinating in the ashes of our atrocious allies while setting the world ablaze with our frigid flame of freedom...



Mr. Darkhorse and Mr. August wish you sweet dreams of safety and security and beware to not let the bloodthirsty bed bugs bite

Shed a tainted tear for society and extinguish the freezing flame of fate and fortune when you cry yourself to sleep tonight



:Written by Donnie Darkhorse

:Presented by Donnie Darkhorse and Cold August (poet of pain)