The Dreams, The Disingenuous & The Mission |2022

This is a story of three little piggies, each as disingenuous in the end as the other. I find little in this world worse than humans, and that statement would be disingenuous.

I have an exceptionally hard time with those who are disingenuous and, in effect, use those around them for their gain, manipulating them so they can have their own way.

Oh, there is a lot more to this story than what will be posted here… but please know that when your family, friends, colleagues, and those you seek to balance against start to question it…

That feels disingenuous. It sounds it. It imbibes it. I think that’s the right word here. If those around you start to have an inkling of a belief of actions counter to those, we should have…

Those who know this are seemingly disingenuous. You are presenting as a user, a manipulator, or perhaps just a loser.

But, then again… Trust no one. Verify everything. If you let your guard down, they will try to take advantage of you as hard and fast as possible. Like a fucking life vampire.

Just about as bad as the fucking commies, just in a different color of the same palette. Sadder, perhaps blue.

Growing up, we had a word for these types of people. It was certainly not disingenuous—something about seeing someone next Tuesday and shit.

That dream is dead. Or perhaps, I’d be better off saying a fond hello to my gal Annie Stezia. She is the lady that can ease my sorrow. She brings the only friend that helps me find my way.

In the wooden chair
Beside my window
I wear a face born in the falling rain
I talk to shadows from a lonely candle
Recite the phrases from the wall
I can’t explain this Holy pain

Six days ago my life had taken a tumble
The orders came from high above they say
A need to use me once again they’ve got my number
Further the cause boy yes you know the game

I’ll wait here for days longer
Till the sister comes to wash my sins away
She is the lady that can ease my sorrow
She brings the only friend
That helps me find my way

I search the past back to a time
When I was younger
A target for the new society
Picked to displace the leaders
Countering objectives
Of this new underground reality

Waiting for days longer
’til sister comes to wash my sins away
She is the lady that can ease my sorrow
My love for her
Will help me find my way

My mission saved the world
And I stood proud
My mission changed the world
It turned my life around

I look around my room is filled with candles
Each one a story but they end the same
I’ll hide away in here the law will never find me
The walls will tell the story of my pain

Waiting for days longer
Till sister comes to wash my sins away
She is the lady who can ease my sorrow
She sets the pace for my delivery of pain

They’ll say my mission saved the world
And I stood proud
My mission changed the world
The underground will rise and
Save this world we’ll all stand proud
Our mission changed the world, we’ll change the world
We’ll all stand proud

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p.s. not sleeping for days makes shit like this happen.