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and this is the end of days
and sand blows across our blotted skin
rorschach and the unwilling make us all the more tired
weight on out shoulders and blood on our camels back
assassinated the holyness among our shepards staves
their robes wrung of all their blood
like famine across the plain.

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the past is the past
and the future is fucked
because im drowning in a deep sea of bones and table scraps.
i'm feeding your filthy fucking mouth
with dense doses of codeine
this brick house
oh this brick house I call my castle.

I FUCKING LAID EVERY BRICK DOWN FOR YOU
follow this road
follow his lead
follow her seams
let them lead you into temptation

stone by stone, i'll kill the witch in you
warlock I am and demon i'll die.
can you feel the witchcraft spewing from my character flaws?

theres no ring on my hand but there's a ring around my head
protected by the grace of heaven
and walking on the flames of hell
i'll take this hacksaw and cut you down
into centimeter thick slices of fucked flesh
meat on the table where you belong
claw you will
but your talon's theyre useless.
the mercury i've force fed you
i'll drag each piece of skin through shit
sew it all back up.

i hope you enjoy the taste.
I hope you swallow the knife
i pray you'll fix this hole in your chest
because the heartless no longer control me.
and the good graces of your heathen lord
well his robe decorates my chariot.
grab your abacus and do the math.

27

not often do I bring your ends about myself
i leave that to the hunters and the killers
but I would love to see you suffer so terribly
I must be graceful because no one can catch me
in this act where I pull bone from flesh

its gotten to the point where I can look in the mirror
and only recognize the father I never knew
morphing all the curves and remains
from last nights 40 ounces and 40 proof
the bile and blood staining the toilet
and the forgotten promises to raise my children right

its true i've needed to get away from myself
even taken the 5 a.m. through tokyo
looking for my empty promises
but i'll never throw whats left of myself
away from the ones who loved me the most
the crying child unaware of the scum you were

vocals and money can only go so far
especially when he was of age, the funding became extinct
the love i've seen perish in myself
and the myths ive seen fade with advances in science
will never amount to the disdain i hold for
fathers in this country

without saying a word you could have brought
those dreams of dinosaurs and robots back to my dreams
but without saying a word you destroyed
the small things that your supposed to give in youth

im truthfully quite thankful I dont have all of your traits
the ones where I abandon messes i've made
I can smile and take all your shit or lack there of
because that's what men do
we spill some blood, and we clean the mess
with all the trimmings

but youre one of those pilgrims
pillaging the rightful owners of the land you sold
just like your soul with no regard
to those who depending on your loyalty
but whats that worth, Arthur died years ago
and Excalibur was quickly buried
honor seems more of a threat than a promise in my eyes

the reasons I doubt myself and who I am
all lay blame to knowing people such as yourself
walk this earth
and still sleep soundly at night.

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vandalize the cauterized wounds breaking our traditions
not enough science to fill our lungs
nor enough socialism to keep our pockets full
manifesto's to bring militia's to arms
against our own souls we take up fire arms
we can scribe will's and testaments on parchment
keep our secrets within our concrete walls
but bricks will bring out the strength in our weakness
your shotgun will ring
hell's bells will sing

to doom is our prophets foresight
from redemption is our means of transportation
but the throbbing in our skulls
creates the beat to our hearts
when our esophagus's are filled with others bile
and the streets filled of carcase and carrion
crows feast upon cornea and christ's blood
the ripper, he loots the disemboweled
cash for all of the abandoned merchandise
money in a world breathing upon is own deterioration
cash in your chips
buy yourself a raft to live your last on

25

years in the making

beneath your deep blue eyes

lies a civilization

driven by its own god

the masses aquatic and dreams

of mountains from erosion

in the past craters grew

from glaciers

and hatred spawned from love

sex demolished hatred and created.

a new

but you and I..

we are wasting away

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you're sinking in your own skin
and I've taken root here
along your side,
so i can watch decay
in time lapse
my own therapy
precautions to never follow your path
King of the forest i'll become
and hours turn to ours
as we own each and every second
that passes under the blood red sun
possession of an hourglass
and mallet in hand
to smash every grain of sand bringing us close to death
neutrality
and bulimia
keep your body
to frail to sink any deeper
and with time on our side
you'll survive in suffering
and i'll crush my own hopes and dreams
to remain here
with you

23

Sunstorms and sandblasts
Sunstorms and sandblasts
get ready to be strapped to the earth
because I've got chains of Eden
which I'm prepared to share with you.
These will keep you amongst the sandstorm
burn the skin on your back
you'll be fucking naked from thus far
on your knee's begging your savior for salvation
with seed.

To the beat of Heavens drum
Babylon calls will immerse you amongst ivy
behind every door you open, you find riches
and I follow behind
to meet the traps you've laid
that irrefutable stench
I find it intoxicating
engulfing like the seven sea's
these past few years
all add to fucking nothing
you've learned nothing
and I've learned to much to recount
too much to reform into sentences
without a second glance at the books i've read
I can hardly tell your still among our race
with all the lie's youve spit