Scarecrow Trailor Park

Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia. The dirt has begun to breathe. Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind. Held down in profanation.

Scarecrow Trailer Park

Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia. The dirt has begun to breathe. Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind. Held down in profanation.

Salt Rock Eyes

Salt rock eyes as hard as a swollen diamond. yet as dull as the bottom of my shoe. Fixated on the steel in your hands and the latex across your body. Gagged by rubber through silenced from rapture.

Rocket

We hide behind what we create,. but this time the product shall consume. and shit us back to what we once were.

Return To Water

Philosopher Bastard head of the Eucharist. Seasons have counted backward. Return the baby to the river. Wooden raft. Upstream current of Yahweh's golden piss.

Pigeon Vs. Crow

Let the steel be my Christ. Let the blood create the path. Ignored like the dead pigeon gutted by the cat. Impregnated our babies with psychosis and lamb vomit.

Only One Per Coffin

Fire consume the altar. Gash across the lamb's throat. No one will ever listen. Never again. Your divinity figure with stained red teeth. Aghast with tongue in hand.

Oak And Iron

Forced to scorch at the stake of humanity. Our heavy skulls and cumbersome bodies fastened by straps of fear and mediocrity. Anchored and confused. Confused and naive.

No Tolerance For Silence

My Supernatural (bells Ring Slowly)

This wound cannot be patched. as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black. Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflictor, a mirror. The heavy-handed swift punishing judge.

Mother Pig

If I knew for sure that I had a soul. I'd sell it right now. for the chance to experience. Mother Earth's last gasp before she sinks. into a perpetual episode of life support.

Migration

Like the numb birds that failed to make their migration. Thin flesh, frozen yet dry, has sunken and painted itself to the filthy bones of its dead host.

King Cobra Vs Queen Bee

May we be the next to self-incinerate and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled and consumed by the king cobras and queen bees of our world.

It's A Bloody Day When You Get Your Head Nailed To A Cross

We were not born into sin. We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless traditionalism shaped into the guise of human nature. Human nature is a self-fulfilling slaughterhouse and we must resist the simplicity of existing as a simple human.

It's A Bloody Day When You Get Your Hand Nailed To A Kross

We were not born into sin. We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless. traditionalism. shaped into the guise of human nature. Human nature is a self-fulfilling slaughterhouse.

Imprint This Stake With Your Name

Imprint this stake with your name. Through my heart. Understand this ordinary twisting fate. A hate birthed again. Dull sensed and fetal crowned we fear for life.

Saturday Night

In saturday night the love seems spreading all the world. So why you feel so sad just take it easy and get back. Why this should happen and why you just disappearing?.

Heidi's Arrow

Why do our children bleed?. Onto the floor. Tears and blood. Onto their backs. Riding punishment. Keeping it alive. Pierced down with Heidi's Arrow. Wounds that imprint the brain.

Zola Budd

She's a slip of a girl to be out of school. She's a product of apartheid. She won her spurs under minority rule. She's a product of apartheid. Afrikaners run the best.

Yup & Under

Yuppies, I've been taught,. Are keen on sport. Two slices wholemeal loaf. Into towelette jogging suit. Once round the park. Quick game of squash. Staving off a heart attack.