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.
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.
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.
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.
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. Through my heart. Understand this ordinary twisting fate. A hate birthed again. Dull sensed and fetal crowned we fear for life.
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.
Everything around me shrinks and expands. Memories compacted. Fantasies extracted. Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer. This is just a reenactment of the thoughts projected from your eyes.
Feed me and rape me and rope me. As a family we will hang together. As a genus we will bleed together. We have settled for less.
Walk on all fours and bark like dogs. Degraded from human to animal. The dilapidation and humiliation of the human spirit. Passive victims of libertines.
Who am I?. Slumber's spiritual drifter wonder toward the sewer. My life; bounty in the alley-cat's fevered jaws. Laid my body on a hollow altar. A spectacle for the clergy of the infected.
We must be strong. We carry on. Never alone. Our wrath has grown. Were all for one. The time has come. To save our souls. No one will ever know. . You see it happen all the time.
Disfiguring the memory. So silent. So serene. One eye shut for the past. One eye opens for tomorrow's dream. Mark her the one. The one who will stand alone.
Don't know why I feel. This way every night. Somehow lost my way. On this timeless flight All these feelings I keep locked up inside. . I've pulled and twisted all those strings.
I live between the layers of paint on the wall. I see out from the pores in the paint on the wall. We are a society of monsters impersonating innocence.
I turn away. There's nothing to see here. Only a distant memory. Of how things really were. Supposed to be. And life moves on. Ever so quickly. I see my past it flashes by.
It's a suicide lottery and they've won. The real life has just begun. Coughing up nest of cocoons it feeds the statists. Oblivious to wounds seeping dry it feeds the statists.
Evolution lives harmonious with extinction. We must die. We masquerade as flourishing flowers but live as stagnant weeds. We must die. We are the fertilizers of the future but we never offer enough for humanity to ever take root.
In the dead of the night, there's something calling to me. I can see all these visions of insanity, insanity. There's no way to control it, feel adrenaline rise.
Seems to me we could. Make it all work out. Seems to me by now. You won't consider lies. I really hope. That you've found it all a thrill. You have really shown.