Ursa Major

Clear the way. King of the stars. Two-thousandth proverb. I am a god. Mithris.

Two-week Notice

There is a wicked barrier that detaches and discolors our unattainable. dreams from our inescapable realities. Nothing chafes the ego more than the monstrous realism of eight hours of.

Tranquilizer

Our bodies drain and fortify the soil of a global concentration camp. To escape is to live ostracized. The breathing abortion. I am the stone. You are the stone.

The Genocide Machine

I can feel the Earth's erratic pulsations below its filthy thick rippled foreskin. This feeling is far too comforting. The universe's largest assembly line working subconsciously towards.

The Buzzard Blizzard

Abort the brain fetus. and force-feed it to your teachers and families. The lies they taught you were to be defecated. and spread into the soil. where a new generation of mirror-children would feed.

Sunday's Agenda

Saviors robed in cloaks of blood. Eucharist in mouth. Hand in the basket. Arms in hand. Deaths in vain. Politicians' observe us through stained glass.

Sons Of Nameless

Could you imagine if I were to spill emotions down upon you?. The streets would flood. Eyes torn and acid scathed and bright crimson visionary of the apocalypse.

Sleepwalker

I am in the center between sound and body. The middle ground. is where ideas and illusions mingle. and new theories are given birth. Nucleus. Heart. Sterilize both in fire.

Skull Of A Hermit / Brain Of A Faery

With one massive breath she was drawn within me. Tunneled through my mouth. A soothing delivery to Hell. Dry gasp. Impossible to swallow from the head first.

Shadow Of The Narcissist

None of us wish to be our shadow. because we all believe that we are something greater. The figure on the ground. is no less good than what we really are.

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.