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if i could see. sgc if i could see how it listens. hear how it looks if i could see i wouldn’t be here i’d be on edge of the world overturning mountains with an eyelash or punching holes in the ocean floor id be taking this planet away ending its misery much faster than you. The land of the free range. nt we're starving because you've heightened our hunger beyond our means to fill we're starving because you've programmed our mind to reject our spiritual will in a world ov consumers who will be the producers the animals are revolting and the plants are paved with the streets all leading to our shiney new home in pleasant plastic New Rome where we can simply consume consume consume consume our way to glory consume till we fill that hole and when the stores are empty from the overwhelming holiday demand we've got entire countries at our beck and command we'll entice the other nations with a nice New Rome vacaction for everyone knows everyone wants to be one with us and if they reject oh if they protest our hunger can be violently persuasive consume consume consume consume our way to the promised land and in the end if we find no other race to consume in space we can allways pretend and consume our selves right off the shelves perhaps a canned "Spleen ov Me in Spring Water" will make us all content my god is OMNIVORIOUS and by our power will eat you whole |
a cross the bear. sgc Who knows, and who cares its all about the gluttony we share You are my cross the bear. We all have our guilty pleasures. And the pleasures of guilt. wrappings up needles and sniffing the silt a deafening quiet shakes me around the vitals jump and hit the ground I'm quite cold where are you when i am drowned? underneath the surface of death i look up and see my self reflected in the ripples of consciousness beckoning to drag me forth from the dark sleep that i desire back from the dark that i require a cold perfection a silent fault a nightmare in bloom the origin of sin i shed this skin and fall away to the other side a light burns in a sea of a trillion bulbs flickering in the distance to spare this rotting pebble eden lay in ruin. Salvation is a ghost. The mistakes are to great to retreat into a shell of innocence. The hole cannot be closed, or filled. For this tragedy a judgment shall fall A day of unity will arise and the aware will die the understood shall rise and see the fall of humanity. amen. |
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breaktime/deadtime its not a cage its an aquarium its not a prison its a retirement home need a cosmic vacation put a bullet in your head need a cosmic vacation get hit by a bus and be a child for a while -anonyme |
mainstream mainstream american appeal the most expensive gossip in the world we paid for blood they scream greedily when the show is a tie -Lord Thra'en |
decae danse the twisting nightshade conceal their light making wasps nests out of mud until the buildup comprehends we'll convulse in the sun -Lord Thra'en |
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pacify my lungs collapse as i can't breathe i hear the growling voices seethe why can't i ever live in peace will my problems ever cease i can't comprehend what i've put you through what will it take to get to you i cannot live alone like this i close my eyes and make a wish my own shit's too much to bear so why am i supposed to care her secret past bleeds in my life i need to run i need a knife what the hell am i here for to heal her scars that are still sore? i'm not a doctor i can't stop her pain i watch my own blood drip down the drain -Becky Wallis -------------------------------------------------------- scarlet blossom, scar-lit flame don't just sit there and take all that shit the fire is burning, the flame has been lit don't just stand there, it's a slap in the face their eyes pierce your hatred, get out of that place there is no escape to the pain i endure i would never go back to relive it once more i wish there was freedom from these rusting chains my freedom will lie in their cold, severed viens will i ever be free from this nightmarish trap will i ever awake from this stare-stricken nap my weary glazed eyes are opening now to get back at them, i'm discovering how my silence is golden, noise no longer heard i hold in my anguish i can't say a word my rebellion is silent, but still it fights on it grows stronger yet with the light of each dawn it's now a blazing fire, melting all my chains but along with them burn my hopeless remains -Becky Wallis -------------------------------------------------------- cavern …in the essence of a dream, he stays in my mind searching for my love who's so hard to find in lack of the skill to climb out of this hole i kick out in rage to reclaim what they stole… -Becky Wallis -------------------------------------------------------- dig …please look at my wrists, how they speak for my pain now look in the fire, what is there to gain this blackness surrounds me, and calls out my name i dig deeper yet, but the blood stays the same… -Becky Wallis |
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