Sometimes war is killing. Sometimes it's saving lives. It's the judgement of faith. It's nothing that men can dictate. . Corporal Leslie Allen carried them from Tambu.
To another commotion. To another disruption. To another explosion. I raise my glass. To another investment. Into the future of wasteland. Well here's to pulling the waistband.
Tell me, Mechanist, is it true?. Does none of it bother you?. . Once upon a time. Upon a time behind us. The mechanist inclined. Clockworks of time define us.
I don't seem to care today. I mirror what I love with what I. hate. Empty ways can cloud your eyes. I only know because I tried. So come with me... come with me....
Fire and caffeine - a lot of nicotine. I'm going to burn so I better tell you everything. The competition - the superstition. Never mind 'cause you're never going to give in.
There's God. Can I feed you again?. Will I have to stay dumb?. You can feel and it begins. But I know inside this heart attack. I can see through your eyes.
Undo these chains, my friend.. I'll show you the rage I've hidden.. Perish the Sacrament.. Swallow, but nothing's forgiven.. You and I can't decide which of us was taken for granted..
Through the ages. All the weary and the blind. Facing the unknown. . Off the venom. Center our lives. Knowing not your own is unwise. And I will return for more.
I can see what the world has done to you. I can feel the weight, feel the weight. I can see what this life has handed you. I can feel the weight, feel the weight.
Here the screams from down below. The cry of the raven, the demons and wizards. In league with the dark. . Feed the fire nourish the flames. The hammer is pounding the steel in its grace.
OK, time to start a new chapter. I'm sick of thinking of questions that I don't know how to answer. Thoughts in my head don't, won't sink into the round about two weeks after.
Gracefully flowing in streams of harmony. Unified by one dance, one song, one pulse. In the core that binds them. To take them forward. . Free of self and identity.
Even in a simple exchange I can tell. Whether or not you swallowed those propaganda pills. The steady overdose that we've stomached since our birth. That makes us content with our simple and obedient existence.
Shades of intuition.. Shades of conspiring.. Occupying every piece.. Integrating.. We're growing in most peculiar ways(??).. Decompose.. Recreate.. All progression stems from conclusion..
Replace all you know. My apology's enough. But it's all in your head. Fiction based off truths. You made me take you, guide you. You are the language.
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The crucible.... The crucible.... . The tribal begins, hang the witch. Spectral examination, crucial confession. Madness! The floodgates are opened. .
the walls of a poem. like the folding of wings. they burn through the base of the skull. . under the eyelids. the night eternal. down fell the city of words.
Language - self-destruction. Against the iron air. In broken, non-verbal strains. An all-devouring sand. . The phantasm. We invoke. A monument. A final stand.
Let the language be the blade. Dead it stares into our empty lives. . Created needs - as tumors they grow. The swarming worms of a thousand lies. . The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay.