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I can wear you thin
wear the soles off your shelter
scrape your knee's against gravel
make you grovel
praise be to lobotomist,
sandblasting your dreams straight from your skull
wear the sheets you lie in
robes from developing nations
to coat such surreal hatred for my own short comings
caught up in the sway of tree's
in neighboring lawns
watering the saplings from nuclear warfare
dwindling obelisks crash far into the depths of the sea
tremors bury the pillars amongst the pirates of yesteryear
rib cages will rattle with the echoing silence of self solitude
emptiness becomes you
emptiness became me
emptiness is the end of the line
a world so shattered and torn
the end of the line
tooth and nail, rank and file,
march the death trail
head high and proud for a nation with its beliefs
lost in the ambitions of generations gone sour

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fresh fruit from rotting succubi
weathered tomes and unearthed graves
this day and our daily bread
are focal points for our nations god
the figment so seperated from state
that our trespasses have been forgiven
but the equality I stomach deep in these covers
has enveloped my self loathing
and brought me to my knee's to worship in jest

frail minds brood false ideals

but wagging war along picket lines
with pistols and hand grenades
leaves the praise for those to scared to speak their minds
BE STILL, BE SILENT, REFORM
my peers ability to form singular opinions
from the depths of their make up
is deader than the horse our god rode in on
those that treat the goblet with fear
follow the whims of those who hold the blood

37

home sweet home
a babylonian recluse
my own christ over run
parasite ridden exsistence
apathy over turned
my grave stone
scribled with prayers
shackled to bone by rosary
and the days stand on end
their spines bent into spirals
warping mind into illusion
but we all bear our crosses

wilderness stricken
the wolves hunting
the blood of demons
the church's right hand
crosses your face
with the force of nature
so bury that hatred with a hatchet
drown that resentment in IBU
and become the beast
you have hidden beneath
that fragile flesh.

36

youre adrift in the sea
your raft bashful
ashamed of the urchin it's carrying
to embankment after embankment
searching for another earthen sprawl
to reach jagged claws into
and resurface the reassurance
that all good things do come to an end

the ocean breathes deep mist filled breathes
down your back and beneath your heels
as you stand top heavy over this great sea
the general convictions
and yearly vows become shit in your wake
terrorizing magnificent lands
and in tow you bring hatred
worth a walk on coals
and a love so shattered
the shards would make their way to our hearts
completely under the radar
and for compassion
you lack the vocabulary for such gracious deeds.

35

i think screaming its a silver lining to hatred
its vocalization exercises like those that keep me breathing
under the weight of gallons of processed ideals
and prized women flanking their adversaries.
youre useless. the image of ant lions clawing your skin
is forever scorned by the fire you breath beneath the sheets
male skin stretched across your back, beneath your feet
tread with stiletto heel, and Achilles mentality
because youre so frail
a battle won is a revenge impending
heat struck and taken aback by dementia
you'll die before my spawn have reached their fullest
meek hunger and weak engorged
the suit you follow, the traffic you stop
the deserts you water, the glaciers you melt
knee deep in your own intestines
wary of the last supper becoming the death of your smaller size
you've broken bread with god and you're afraid of image
i'm afraid youre mistaken
because this wine
it's your own fucking blood, and the coming stigmata
its your own grave
and this bread
its your own salvation
but what do you care?
i've nailed crosses to your back because I want religion to wash away
with all of the disrespect I hold for your kind
floating through eons, a host for bigger parasites

34

i fucking hate anger, I hate rage
I fall victim to whims and enjoyment from succubi
my hands are frail, chapped, and colder then
Shiva's snatch
come warm me, come inform me.
dont tread on the tracks on my back
with promise of something real
and dreams of something tolerable
who breaks the camels back breaks the politicians stride
manhole and broken smiles
dont forget that i've treated it well
the small egg you've given me to nourish
a trial perhaps
but dont greet the hellish ghouls
that you see when you look in the mirror
with the same prowess you let me enjoy
i'll stone your god and follow up the bombardment
with a cigarette cloaked in cocaine
how does it fucking feel
worthless and probably wishing you had done things a different way.
well I dont fucking care anymore
because we spend out whole lives digging out own graves with our own toes
and the dirt in my nails I could sell to ancient settlers
tell them its gold
tell you its your lifeline
tell you its the last chance youll have to keep a piece of me.

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my hands are outstretched my wingspan at its fullest
and I can only beat my own ego into the dirt so far
as to regrow it from its seed
the truest hatred will regrow
the saddest stories will still unfold
a different epic, a different face, a different life
but the pain, it still ails me
the fear of nothing beneath the surface threatens my pride
IS THIS SHELL SO HARDENED TO PREVENT INTRUSION
Oh, Helen, your city her walls
your court in jest
who am i, why are my own hands beating my own chest
bracing for corruption the palace walls
traversed by demons in leagues with the devils
and the carrion will manifest in between my sheets
selling the scent of past lovers to the hounds
and their razor teeth, and her razor talons
and her flapping wings
harpy
and the fate we all predicted
a life spent shallow, alone, self righteous and sowing my own fields
all in effort to wake the soul trapped under the media bliss
and the glitz and glam of a good fuck
well i've traded in my halo for a liter of gin and a case of rubbers
because ill never unearth that fallen soldier
he's joined the ranks in valhalla
wielding their weapons against I
and face to face
I wont remember those days
I wont remember those words
I wont remember the grave danger in loosing oneself.