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All I heard was the sound of fish who'd drowned.
All I saw was the inside of my eyelids.
All I said fell short of reaching open ears.

Words floating, clouding the view...
'See no, hear no, speak no evil' leaves you deaf, dumb and blind,
because the bad is all you'll find.
A deeply heart-felt goodbye to the part of me that died

We are but prisoners of waterfalls

We stand on broken ribs
faces to the glass we drown
heavy mileage on our minds
we wrap the earth on cerebral folds
and the corpse we carry really is a weight we'd like to throw
we love the strange new animals

The gift of poison
I'm the right mistake
Cruel words can heal me
Touch - a gentle disease

Where skies are green
The grass burns red
Terminal youth outlives me

Kneel!

All must concede to her will of everlasting greed.
Kneel before your queen.
Feel the wrath of her alliance.
Bow down.

Drain the lake.

All I heard was the sound of fish who'd drowned.
All I saw was the inside of my eyelids.
All I said fell short of reaching open ears.

Words floating, clouding the view...
'See no, hear no, speak no evil' leaves you deaf, dumb and blind,
because the bad is all you'll find.
A deeply heart-felt goodbye to the part of me that died

Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought, creating before acting to stay safelyat the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order’s end. But we dictate through creation just how, where and when. The sound of self-severed limbs. Broken joints on cold steel links. Impossible havens harbor them. Damp floors carve swollen skin. The long-sought elusive passage keys! Where once was a door, now stands a wall. Concrete beds prevent digging deep. Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks.

And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyse,
too ultimately aware to trust anyone or anything alive.
Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds.
Mimetically commandeered to include the suicide.

A breath — a moment couldn’t take it.
A smile — your face couldn’t fake it.
A dream — a vision couldn’t make it.
We are all particles of life.

Extend your hand to reach the obvious.
The image planted in your eyelids.
A second guess, a need to focus

Air like water, water like stone, birds elope with the sun.

A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears.
Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal years.
Welcome webs of gasping despair.
Nival anaphora textures the air.
Anamnesis waltzes through...
The windows, shit tight, and the fires are fueled... Reminding naivete of its magnitude's inferiority.

Does history guide you, or do you set out to change it?
Breach not broken

Fuck your...
Skinned- alive designer wear
Fashion shades and salon hair
Heels to help where nature failed
Artificial teeth and nails

An Ocean waves hello
Feathers decorate the air and sleeping giants approach.
An absolute nightmare – not having footing to flee.
Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty.
Grotesque interest drew you near but sorrow and awe keep you here.
The Ocean suicide.
Here come the leeches gathering around their host.
Hard to believe it, arterial seacost.

You!
Pull me out and plug me in
Light the brain
Start me up
Automatic we're bound
We wind up like clocks

Assimilation of perfection

Truthful words are rarely beautiful.

Throw on a weak disguise.
Sugarcoat them with pride.
Facts remain the same.

And beautiful words are rarely truthful.

Would there be a sign to save me from my sins?
Can you find the will to fake a bitter grin?
Eyes wide shut and I’m sinking in too deep,
Cause I’m stigmatized by all the lesser human beings.

Empty shells rising.
No disgrace - no remorse.
Absently intruding into thought, into mind.

Fall into flames
All that remains of me is a stepped on, thrown out piece of your enemy.
All that remains of me is about to hit the ground.

When you begin to deny all of your past lives...
When you begin to deny that you can't defend your lies...

In total, in control

Craving possession
Material obsession
You function solitarily
On lower brain transmission

You want it, you need it
You're never gonna get it
Cause really what you're chasing

What says the tree to his friends the rocks?
When he lives and breathes and they sit and mock
And he grows strong for centuries long
But finally dies and begins to rot

'We will last intact this way!
And you my friend will soon decay'
'But i can breathe - am commensal;

Describe the ability to feel...
A reality far from real.
Give me the meaning behind this touch.
Yield speech to the vibe that you clutch.

Grant me the truth I’ve longed for a lifetime
and liberate my soul from my now elapsed crime.

Parrot, squatting on your throne, mentally captured, are you?
Foot-soldered concrete rooted in basement, alone.
Corporeality relinquished.
Fictive molecules revolt.
Soliloquies like apparition of a long forgotten ghost.

Lonely Solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell! Anchored pedometry, concrete throne.
Posture vocal like your inflective prose, tethered philosophy, encrypted psychiatry.

Can't you see how far I've bent? Fuel abuse
At my expese. The link thats crawl up silken
Threads and, swift, entomh the not quite dead.

That sickening numbness Lindsight hides, like
Spiders creeps out from inside. Remeber, simply don't
Pretend; both good and bad will come to end.

Confess to your sins
Immorality's my witness
The search for redemption;
a never-ending trial - your victim.

The battlefield has transformed. Blades unto bullets.
Killing is easy but ruling is key
Strike millions of targets at once. Bullets into light.

Keep out the intruders! Put the drawbridge up!
The enemy ransacked what we had just rebuilt!
Now the garden lies in serene symmetry
And severe color theory.

Roots slowly poisoning
Through strategic seeds planted inside. We’re much safer self-preserved.
Let the Dead Sea rise.

Give us your potions
To conceal our today
When ever ending tomorrow
We'll be forgotten today
When come the eternity
With the arms of security
Our fear of the end dawn
When the set of the Earth fading

We hear you, we don't care
We hear you, we don't care
We hear you, we don't care

You sit and soak in your beliefs
You cling to ice and think
You'll float away to your demise
And won't regret a thing

Sont-ils prisonniers? [French: Are they locked in?]
Devrais-je les libérer? [French: Should I release them?]

This seclusion frightens me

What happened to youthful armies,
Manicured gardens,
Proud role models?

Stillborn pride - let me hide!

Once more I've stepped across the line,
Repeating to myself that everything is fine.

Once more I'm shipwrecked far from shore.
This time the war and blood and gore are mine.
Approaching the end, thinking it's all pretend.

Powerless, depressed
I try to conceal all the wreckage inside
But they are denied the basic rights
Hand-delivered to all of mankind

[Bridge]
My patience tried
Forgiveness died

So, lowly criminal,
please tell me, how do you plead?
Now, honorable judges, ladies, gentlemen of the jury, please allow me to present my case...
Ha! What case can you possibly present
to rip a man from his family, faith, and friends? Defense?

Listen before you convict, you see, I never did intend to ruin anything!
Intent is a guilty conscience's white flag against pride,

I would fight for you, I would cross all seas and borders
Steal the fright from you, like a mother for her daughter
All the crimes between what is done and left to be seen
A little blind spot in the rear of the conscience remaining in me

I would fight for you, bring it down and build it again
Release the hold from you, the connection that can never mend
In this secluded wing all ideas and theories are played

Can i have the attention of the class?
Open up your text
The city of seven hills
Another illustration of the autophagy
Put down your fiddle
Lady liberty
And take a good long look

Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How beauty shames skill
Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
Art gaining post-mortem fame

Oh Creatice!

I just wrote to tell you this; I did just my very best. I went far but got stuck there. I picked up the pieces, I was your vigilant soldier but the mass of the earth just weighed too heavily on me. How can truth be opinion? How can fact be right and wrong? The familiar turned strange, good and evil unhinged. My utilitarian comfort unsettled. Consequentialist moral reasons categorically examined. Self-knowledge is a loss of innocence! I heard your call to arms, set off the doomsday alarm, but never heard back. So, I set out alone. I don’t believe all I’ve been shown. A quest for truth and fact. I passed a desert town. Uninhabitable pastures of ash brown. Abandoned structures littered like an Aerstan scene. But then desperate people appeared. They had lived in constant drought for ten years ever since pollution got the best of them – wiped them clean. So, I thought "I’ll take their curse away! Let them flourish, I’ll take the pain." I lifted their drought and went on my way. So I’m asking you, help me carry? I’m Atlas, Jesus and Hades. Won’t someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is obsolete. The journey is bitter-sweet. Logic and consistency do not mix with morality. Justify your atrocities, the trump card never fails. Remove the greed and the ego, and the consciences prevails. No longer empty-handed, I stopped at the coast to rest but found a flood of people drowning in a sea of hatred. They begged and pleaded "End this war! Have acceptance and peace restored!" So, I drank up all their poison oaths. So I’m asking you help me carry? I’m Atlas, Jesus and Hades. Won’t someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is obsolete. There’s nothing left but wrong with me. Global systems all degrading. I’ll take the problems so the World can breathe. And I have nowhere to take them so, forever they’ll accompany me. The future is much longer than the past. I picked up wrongs along the way, removed them from the mass. But I still had to jettison things to outrun gravity and not wanting to further pollute. I just left behind parts of me. I’m collecting your tradition, your religion, your depression. I’m trading in your affection to put us all to sleep. So here I lay, bent shoulders, broken ribs. I sink into the earth and all I can hope is to take this baggage to the grave – one more step I cannot take – by the time you read this I’ll have passed away.

Trapped inside the impression that we are significant
Our self-indulgence spreads like the chaos of ants
What Earth is to the universe, man is to Earth
It's as simple as that
What is it that places us on top of the food chain?
What is in our bodies that deems us as kings?

I never understood the errors of mankind

I remember the way your hand reached out and
Closed doors. I remember, though memories serve no
Purpose anymore. Wrong direction. I now see what
I didn't look for. Feed all prefection and bite
The hand you once adored because...

Now you've gone too far. So let me show you
How I will win every war and the battlefield is all

Which is more elusive: freedom or sanity?
When one disappears, the other follows so quickly
Certain species, races, beings are gifted, you see
with the power to rob us of either
should they feel so inclined to bother

The land is run by a man-made set of rules
described as Holy or patriotic tools

International dreaming reveals a deceit less obious. It's the lairs who are punished but the liars speak the truth. I will never know your intention but I'll make clear my own - you are guilty by association and I'm taking your sentence on.

To forget is the greatest ardor, forgetting is the favorite cure. There aren't many days left to sleep. Suspicius bullets - silent guns.

Here's where the men wear pride outside and women smile through dragonflies. you were supposed to wait for me, that's how I built this up to be. I'm the kill the retriever coudn't find, the round that got away. Just leave my corpse to feed the worms, I'll soon just dissipate.

I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me! Yesterdays air suffercates me.