The Shifter

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A song about the darkness of humanity, and how it consumes people and then spreads itself like an air-born virus.  It has plagued the entire world since the first people to set foot on it, Adam and Eve, hence Evelyn.

The Shifter

From the mind of Kex, I bring to you the shifter:


The Shifter

She is the droplet, and she is the rain

She is the ember, and she is the flame

The blade of the scythe and she is the slain

She is indifferent but always the same

The cause of your tears and cause of your pain

The cause of your fears, and all that is stained

She is the cash, the ill-gotten fame

The crack corner and the crack cocaine

The profane, the vulgar, inhumane

She is our bane, our crutch and our cane

 

They, called, her, Evelyn

She would love to watch the flowers, Lay amongst them for the hours

But even she could not escape, when the shifter took her shape

She would love to watch the flowers, Lay amongst them for the hours

But even she could not escape when the shifter took her shape

 

She is the temptress, the riches you desire

The cause of your stress, and the arsonist’s fire

The blood diamond clot, all the world’s wars

All the bullets shot, all the evil cores

She is the tank and the murderer’s goal

At Point-blank, for some she’s a soul

Adulterous acts, the unholy in your mind

Terrorist attacks, and the fall mankind

She, you confide, the secrets that you hide

The black of your heart, where your shadows all reside

 

No, longer, Evelyn

All the flowers have all died, it controls her from inside

It took too long to escape when the shifter took her shape

All the flowers have all died, it controls her from inside

It took too long to escape, when the shifter took her shape

 

What ever you do, just don’t look in her eyes

The last man that did, was committed ‘til he died

There is no repent, as long you’re with her

She makes you drink liquor so pull the trigger quicker

She creeps into your mind, as a permanent fixture

Eats at your conscience, and makes a moral fissure

And you’ll be a clone, and you’ll spread it like a plague

You will never atone, and your name will fade

You’ll wear its grin while it wears your skin

And call it’s self thee, as it lies within

Its women and men, enemies and kin

It’s called many things, but it simply read sin…

 

No, longer, himself

Another victim of the shifter, He becomes another drifter

Don’t let the shifter take your shape, redemption for escape

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Crush commented on The Shifter

07-06-2009

i like some of your runs and phrasings...very nice. full of feeling.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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