Destruction of Thought
Dance beneath the stars, forget your woes Live beneath the Goddess, can you feel it? Repentance of all wrong doings, you choose.
Oranges taste sour, and apples sweet, For your perception has now been hard hit. Could you really believe in such a feat?
No? Well heres another, roses are blue Violets are red, but neither smell nice Once such a click in dogma is untrue, You're locking in the stigmas, now changed twice.
Fancy a real treat, now that your minds blown? Try believing apathy, senses numb. But you cant. For you still feel, it is shown. Running out, your soul has ousted its thumb.