Bliss

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"I Smell the Death of a King"

Act III: Closing Scene

I am a hungry hyena, patiently waiting for Death to subpoena these aristocratic lovelies. All just drooling at the sight of me. There's much to envy of a beast in his niche, poised and proud feasting on a narcissistic
BLISS
BLISS
BLISS
BLISS

What a wonderful scene! Spotlight falls on me. I give my speech about "Death and his Dealings: Scavengers Guide to a Genuine Feeling" It's an automatic assembly of an enigmatic smile ripping the seams of my lips, my golden brown teeth dripping with a narcissistic
BLISS
BLISS
BLISS
BLISS

Fools are those that think it out of their control. I am not a victim of an incestual road. I will walk through life holding Gods hand. He kisses my cheek as we sink in the sands of time pulls me under with its warming embrace. Wraps its fingers in my mouth and leaves me only the taste of oxygen bidding farewell to my lungs. My last words slipping from my slithering tongue. "I will be fine" he said, "because I'm drowning in a narcissistic bliss."

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from LP, released January 15, 2016

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