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A stale organic cage.
Incarceration. I'm in the stranger: Me. The user of my face; Beneath it's guise I rot. A paradox in terms. Interconnected, fused. My words are it's thoughts. I now share myself with my reflection. Straining to divide our twined formation. Duality within singularity. Plug me in, re-connect me to myself. Plug me in, re-connect me to my soul. Coalescence done. The merging complete. The sentence carried out. The confluence, Our interwound flows; Surges not to be fused. In this mental cage we absorb ourselves. The only certainty is my suffering. My mind in constant pleas for an end to this concatenation. A struggle all in vain, We're both the same. Plug me in, re-connect me to myself. Plug me in, re-connect me to my soul. Gone is all my hope, All my vain illusions. Deceived, I dwell in me, In the core of my agony. I fade in this duress, I'm weakening. The one who claimed my front is now the claimant of my soul. Into the core of self, The neuro-axis, I fade. Within the fading core of self, I am..... Gone-bound, lost, away, phased out, non-existing. |
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I'm a carnal, organic anagram. human flesh instead of written letters.
I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise. I replace. I'm reformed. I eradicate the fake pre-present me. Elevate me to a higher human form. The characters i am, made into a word complete, then i'll be the new norm. Self inflicted fractures; I replace my bones with bars. Aluminum bleeding oxide; the drug of gods into my pounding veins. My receiving eyes exchanged with fuses; blindness induced to prevent destruction. Ceramic blades implanted past my ribs to save me from the dues of inhalation. I tear my worldly useless skin. Staples to pin it over my ears. Non-receptive of ungodly sounds - I disable the audio-generators of fear. Hexagonal bolts to fill my mouth, sharpened to deplete the creator of all violence; Without speech there will be no deceit Baptized in vitriolic acid, a final touch, a smoothing of features. Completion of the greatest art; to cast the godly creatures. Humans, once astray; made divine, stripped of congenital flaws. We're incandescent revelations in a world of darkened forms. Disciples! Come join with me to save a failed humanity. Follow the god of cyanide into the new eternity. Behold! A sacrificial race a cleansing worshipping of pain. The new millenium christ here to redeem all from lies. |
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Corridor Of Chameleons
We're The Carriers Of A New Anomaly; Fold, Unfold. Bend, Shift Color. Always Turning Our Backs To The Wind. Deaf To The Inner Voices Screaming. Purpose, Profit, Act Only To Gain. Blistered Tounges From Licking Greedward. Taste The Enemy. Throw Up Their Means. Swallow The Bits That Fit Your Needs. Keep Your Eyes Searching In All Directions, Scanning For Opportunities Off You Go. Begin Your Climb. Aim For The Topmost Twig Of Lies. Put On A Shape To Pass Undisturbed. Pick A Color To Blend With Surroundings. Choose A Voice Suiting, Appropriate For The Never Benignant Purpose. Spin Your Eyes To Read The Court. Smoothen Your Path Before The Start Even Out, Fill The Holes With The Toxic Clay Of Your Rotting Heart. A Contagious Neuro-Ego-Disease. A Virus Sticking To Liars. We're The Self-Centered Fuel To Boost The New Strain Of Fire. Adapting, Shifting, Lacking Opinion. Our Numbers Exceeding The Billions. Everly Walking Among Ourselves Down The Corridor Of Chameleons. Continue Through The Skein Of Boughs, Navigate To Keep You Straight On Track. Make The Right Ramification-Turns. Conceit Will Be Your Allied Guide. Climb The Hierarchy Ladders Invisibly, Veiled By The Canvas Of Putrid Dreams. Every Obstacle Surmountable To The Clouded Vision You've Conceived. Scan The Wall Of Truth For Cracks. Your Prey: The Secrets Hiding Therein. Feed Upon Its Nourishing Intestines To Bring You Forth In The "Game" With Every Single Step Taken On The Road Of Games Called Success, There's A Fee For Every Lie. The Currency: Your Dissolving Integrity. Will You Make It To The Top Of The Tree? Is The Fortune There To Be Found? Chameleons Are A Short-Lived Breed. Maybe Fate Will Find You Dead On The Ground. (Fate Will Tell.....) |
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Subdued And Repressed.
A Son Of The Vortex In Faceless Progress, Coaxing, Tugging, Grinding. So Elevated So God. Refit This Vessel Of Confusion To Bring The Eloquence Of The Mute. Incorporate This Forfeit Cause, Assimilate And Fake It Mine. I Bow My Head And Taste The Lies That I'm Fed, All To Claim My Reward. Master And Servant. One For All And All For None. Ignorant To The Distant Hymns Of Chaos, The Progressive Stand Before Me. Their Eyes Fixed In The Distance, Default To Conform To The New. They Animate Me. In Confidence I Thrive. My Reign: Supremacy. I Speak No Word Unheard. Re-Motivate Me. I'm All There Is To Be. An Omnipotent Being So Complete In My Diversity. Ripples Race Across My Eyes. Breaking Out In Acid Sweat. Wills Shrivel And Crack. Disintegration Of My Inner Self. I Find The Substance Lost. A Shed Shell Of A Being Of Disgust. Done Is The Cleansing. Complete Is The Surgery Of The Soul. Step Inside And Taste The Shackling Thoughts That Devour All Confidence. Realizing I'm Lost. Being No More Than A Mutt With A Fake Pedigree. Stillborn Soul Shaped And Molded. I Can Live An Eternity In A Minute's Time. A Borrowed Talent Filled With Copied Goals. The Carcass Of Hope Lies Dead Beneath The Fabric Of Dreams. Facing The Truth Within The Mirror Of Souls - Ha Ha This Is What I've Become. Always Been In This Emancipated State. Submerged, Battered And Numb. Just A Mindscape Fit For Illusion To Make Fear Into Reign And Fulfillment Of Pain. Kneeling In Perm The Minions Of The Inside Claim Me Re-Animate, Me Cause I Was Once Alive. Defeat Smears Out My Focus. Consciousness Subsides Unmotivated. Beheld By Scorching Eyes. Infinity Stares Back At Me. The Surging Darkness Coils To Strike |
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Come And Hear My Twisted Lies,
The Way I Bend And Falsify A Master Of Deception, User Of An Untrue Smile A Rapist Of The Truth, Adapting It To Fit My Cause I'm The Human Lie, A Sad Composition Of All Things Vile Come And Read My Tainted Lies. Lies. Come See My Wretched, Tainted Mind Bury, Cover Up, Repress. I Betray The People I "Possess" What Ever Enemy - I'll Disable With Mendacity I Make My Way, Extend My Ground, I Clear My Future-Path When It Comes To Joys, Manipulation Is My Game Of Choice How I Shine. I ... The Perfect Freak. Confide In Me Me... Believe In Me My Intentions Soon You Will See The Sway Of My Scheme, Imposed Upon All Come Follow Me, My Puppets To Be, I'll Attach My Strings, Manipulation Begins Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me I'm The Way, I'm The Truth Gather With Me, I'm The Future Guide Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me Gather With Me, Join My Ministry I'm The Way, The Future Guide I'm The Self-Acclaimed God Of Wicked Games Sinister, Repugnant Bringer Of Pain |
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A sustained static gaze, oblivious to surroundings.
Empty, strained, unmoving eyes; Introverted, paralyzed A burning mass of emotions denied, enraged by years of silencing. An accumulation of feelings suppressed, returning to devour. Bright rays of chaos, generated by subconsciousness. A retribution by own thoughts; twisting the mind into fits Fuelled with pains unveiled. Burning with contamination. Set afire by disowned self-lies; they penetrate the eyes. I... Am I the next? Self inflicted overload. Thoughts returning to think me away. I... Will I be reprieved, or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite, internal machinery of torture The turmoil arises, from the innermost core of denial. Shining streams of putrefaction, reflugent with disease - In outward motion to redress the balance by retaliation. A terminal journey to relieve cognition of Ability Minds lit like candles, by rejected senses and emotions. Tearing flames, born in mind; Creations of self deception. Strained, not to lose the grip - Humans locked in the new disease. A light by eyes unseen has come to burn us clean. (Chorus:) I... Am I the next?....... I sense; The facilities of the bodily; Discorporated by the light All my pleas; denied By my psychological enemy The inner light unseen I... I'm deceived by my Receiving eyes; - susceptible to the endless killing-sights Consciousness fails the grip. Substance now decreasing Amorphous. Without shape - I'm vanishing; dematerialized My own corrosive thoughts - Probes armed with acid tools Disintegrated, I'm bleached out of reality Scattered bits internally; My last transparent remains; Floating objects inanimate; Spinning into my soul Defeated by my contents. Tables turned, I'm a thought repressed I'm swallowed into myself. Destination; nothingness I... Am I the next? Self inflicted overload Thoughts returning to think me away I... Will I be reprieved Or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite, internal machinery of torture I... I've been the next. My self inflicted overload, My neglected thoughts have thought me undone. I... I was never reprieved Now I know the sentence of me exquisite, internal machinery of torture |
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Assembled from dead incompatible pieces; Livid fragments regenerated.
Decomposing bits of organic matter, brought to life, revived. A fluid, limbless, sickening shape, a faltering semi-floating cluster. Its sole purpose of creation; To burst the imagination blood surge. Defying the mould of human flesh. Smashing the wall of beliefs. A sight to bring insanity to all dimensional reality. Carved from thoughts unthought into a graphic, visible delusion of life. A twisted display of dehumanized features, by cells reflected, refracted. A frantic dancing of particles, in pathetic attempt at rendering flesh; Swirling to project the illusion of shape, form, dimension and mass. (Eyes not made for watching. Thousand watt obsidian bulbs; Reflective, obversed. The only view is the barren self) A walking translucent entity. Void, suspended. Inviolate by rules, all standards of existence. An electrified vapor-cloud. A skein of bone and tissue. An atrocity, a liquid form unshaped to the organic norm. A mind not filled with thoughts, but a random flickering static. A soulless creature un-alive; I'm the un-human elastic. |
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