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Cadaverous wounds oozing puss from infested vermin 
Pumped by Blood manifested by demonic passion that boils with 
Curs' words that drip from their minds. 
Driven by the self righteous portfolio born from within, 
A fucking sin gets lovingly nurtured like a child does, 
Whilest children's untainted souls are left to the insane 
Maze of streets that fill our universe. 
Disease struck those sure of the path, ironically, into disarray, 
As the putrid growth then like cancer spread from the penis 
Up into the brain. 
Still, today, 
The children of tommorow are threatened 
By the technological ambitions of yesterday. 
As I start to take composure of that what's been done, 
The futility of my inertia gets personified 
By these total strangers staring at me,wondering why, 
I seem so driven, 
Driven by emptyness...

Driven to the Emptyness.