Spiritual
Void
Irrational decisions, subconscious
infliction
Religions dividing, Imposing
their visions of earth
Riding the fury of others
Aspiring inert mounds of
martyred flesh
Reckless collection of minds
Canning words and maggots
hook
False prophets to die by
the book
Stealing dreaming souls
blind
New world age of bible farce
More the filth of words
they are
Suited brown and green and
black
Whores that dare stare spirits
down
Stilted masks don spewing
crowds
Dismal, reflective
Sick in human flaws they
weep
Vomit egos brawl and rule
World visions collide
Within this spirit void
hold nothing true
Dying for your ideas
Subsidies, the joke's on
you
Subconscious denial, religious
infliction
Sordid, destructive, disgusting
spirits of earth
Fanatics corrupting,
Embroiling the childish
and desperate
Hateful icons spread their
mould
Graceless, stoic, useless
Desperate frenzied twisted
souls
Dying to worship their void.
Fury
In my mind it is clear,
a truth within, I hold the key;
Through the fields of joy,
at times of pain, I am fury.
Nurture the food of my disgust,
their pain will easy my victory;
Before despondent, insecure,
now focused on reality.
My soul can shape the mould
of time, I am a chosen entity;
Defy the gaping wounds that
cry: Fury is now becoming me.
Tired of reading lies, stretched
wretched whore,
Soul searching plea.
Lies nurture my discontent,
sick of the same cursing voice.
I will spit on your graves.
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City
Of Envy
The flake of strong intake
and lies despise the wake of a dream,
This stream: this seam of
bowels and psyche, psychically forbade a tie,
Withheld the lie of a million
burning voices
Of old.
Flowers with half a burn
must turn...
Must turn, and brain to
wait...
And brain to wait so talk...
Lances will bleed the body
to burn, and grin will the spirit within;
Spit in the eye of one who
cares and dares to walk at my side:
Oh glorious pride...
Underlining the flaws within...
could they win?
Cursing a friend to hasten
the end of a farce called eternity...
Of a farce called eternity.
Flowers with half a burn
must turn, and brain to wait so talk to me...
And brain to wait so talk
to me.
The facts that permeate this
act
Crown us all with wretched
hate,
Lay waste to all that is
known...
And lay the wicked on their
throne:
Willing erosion of sanctity;
Bleeding the eye in which
my vision holds
Of old,
Such molten strings of destiny...
Behold!...
A hail of burning voices.
Close at my side and strong,
they help me burn inside;
Vexed noble spirits show
me there is hope for human kind...
Fortunes Of Need
Starving stumps of leftover
madness
Dissolve gradually
Untold furies burgeon in
my mind
Stolen, self-swollen beauty
Echo me Narcissus
In the foreign lands of things
to come
Where truculent acts against
dignity
Will come to lose the keys
to humanity
Showing me what not to be
The foe, king of an envious
liege - devolved
His words, turning the wheels
of disgust - untrue
Cleft hooves sprout in his
neighbourig voice - doubting you all
Mounting our oceans of greed
- fortunes
Fortunes of need
Precious remnants of sanctity
A stranger fiction wearing
thin
Wronging him
Like the caress of a broken
dream
In the foreign lands of things
to come
Where truculent acts against
dignity
Will come to lose the keys
to humanity
Showing me what not to be
The foe, king of an envious
liege - devolved
His words, turning the wheels
of disgust - untrue
Cleft hooves sprout in his
neighbourig voice - doubting you all
Mounting our oceans of greed
- fortunes
Fortunes of need
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