Tear through the door like paper. Hear the distant shouts. Pharmaceutical assassins and they're tryin to take me out. I got a secret in my mind. It must be scribed before the time I lose the shine. 21 Grams is what you lose when your heart dies
I’m sorry. Let me get on track. My mind is cracked and now I see. I’m just a journalist that’s trying to reveal conspiracy. Top left corner of the bricks read acronym. What did it mean? No trail or clue why windows tinted stamped with letters SOG
I was assigned to find out why…..there is nobody in or out
Use fundamentals like disguises…. and a 2 week long stake-out
Too much of nothing, got impatient. I found a way to see. I got inside. Don’t ask me how. I just went upon my instinct
Strapped to their tables, 20 men. Some laughed out loud and some would weep
There’s a few that screamed in fright….when they saw white coats and black feet
Orange swims through the syringe and then their eyes would start to bleed, but there were smiles on their faces. And then one began to speak
Aramaic was the tongue….that’s just a guess but I don’t know
Without a doubt the language forming words had to have been real old. Coats had wandered so I swept across the marble floor below. Silver mantle with a liquid giving off an orange glow
It wasn’t labeled. Evidence that held secrets, told me lies. Half full syringe inside my pocket…………..worse mistake of my life
Around the corner were two walking coats, illuminating white. I went to sprint then felt the pinch. Injection inside of my thigh
IT was immediate…..I felt the drip of copper running hot
Windows to my soul were crimson….I saw what was and was not
Lot of 20 bathed in light….but blood poured out their feet and palms
I could see them all as martyrs…..and the white coats DEVIL SPAWNS


Gathered pace to win the race. My mind still mine and not lost yet. Then it clicked inside my head as I ran through the first exit. S.O.G. clear as can be. I don’t know how but it makes sense. Sight of God is in my veins and now the world I see is shit
I hear the barking of the hounds….which are now stripped of their lab coats
Walls around me melt to puss….and scabs are what make up the road
Woman standing on the corner…..$20 to stick her hole
Turns to face me and she’s covered with feces…..from head to toe
IS this the way that the almighty views how we have made our life? As I’m pondering this matter, feeling mad, I catch a sight
Children carry around a false Idol. An evil man made totem. Although they have happy faces…..They are cut from throat to scrotum
Acid spit from behind me….The Cerberus are catching up
Ground pulses beneath my feet. I get it now….we’ve given up
This is the way that we’ve made it. …Not the way that it is viewed
Catch reflection in a puddle made of blood and piss….. It’s crude
I can see my throat is slit from all the lies that I have spit. Eyes are rotted from the truths I’ve seen but chose to ignore it. Scarlet spot lies on my crotch from infidelity and Sin. Rodents chewing out my stomach cuz I live as a glutton
As I feel the searing breath on my neck….teeth begin to sink
Seems the retrievers have caught me….Dragged by nape across the street
Down the blackness of the halls of the building named S.O.G. 20 shriek….in wholesome terror as their eyes fall upon me
Now straps of flesh wrap ‘round my chest. It seems I’m number 21
Sit in darkness bleeding tar while others bask inside the sun
They may bleed from all appendages with smiles. Now I know!
They smile cuz once this is over they know that they can go home. I’ve lost my soul