Dogma fury, face the realism.
Perception beyond the realm of your ravages,
on Holy ground totally savage.
These people that stand before you stand in the way.
Simple and brainwashed to decay.
Reach deep inside and pull forth potential, do not piss it away.
You dare come to me on my ground,
my house where I bed my wife ?
You face me and fuck with me where I refuse to die?
Let the woods bare witness to your demise.
I am not some mere fool standing ready to take flight.
I am a man from genetic genocide I survived out of billions of possibilities,
and I didn’t struggle this far into existence to allow someone to disrespect,
my capabilities!
You’re spitting in the face of God’s child,
you stand before me in peril,
you goddamn maggot so vile.
You wish my death?
I wish your eradication.
I am not going to stop at mere brutality,
I will carry savagery unto your soul through out eternity.
Attrition, rage cannot describe, words cannot describe.
Only your utter annihilation will suffice
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Sealed away in a world far from comfort or restraint.
Inside an hourglass with blood instead of sand,
a skeletons offers his hand.
(Take the bait)
Fragments of darkness revolve around the dim moon lighting your horror.
The diminished ability to do anything less than cower.
A mutilated heart and devastated mind left to wander.
Crippled, yeah, the thing that haunts you most.
Alive and well, and you’re just a ghost.
Figments of monsters behind your eyes.
Darkness drowns out the only light.
Your enveloped in decay.
The real world gone away.
Where was the strength when you stabbed through yourself,
what was it that made you proclaim theft?
Where is the mirror?
Did you do anything besides scream in terror?
Crippled, yeah the thing that haunts you most.
Alive and well, and you’re just another ghost.
That damned stone, that damned house.
All of it left you alone left you cold left you beaten and bound.
The memories the tangle the bullshit you suffered through.
Everything you want to hide and burn is everything that made you.
But in the end, you’re a catatonic specter.
Left to bleed and suffer.
Crippled, yeah the thing that haunts you most,
Alive and well! And you’re just another fucking ghost.
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Distance bricks call upon me,
distance skies roar aloud,
as I watch the passing clouds,
Reflecting upon my journey to and from the depths of Hell,
in my created cell.
Tear and shred through the walls leaving only debris
into the next room attempt the escape.
Find it after all the brutality, tearing away at me that it was in your face.
A shimmer in your eyes full of passing days,
the oasis collecting the little bits of desert rain.
In a void of hope and neglect rolled into a cluster fuck.
I see the door, the way, the very thing you abhor.
What must be done will be done,
what was has come and passed.
All that had stripped you of pride is dead at last.
Graves filled with tears float the dead on tragic memories.
All that was is now drifting through the breeze.
The spirits of our loved ones and the fallen are as we hope, at ease.
In their place of rest and give us their energy their strength.
I’ve left this part blank to be reflected upon in meditation,
I will fill it with mirrors in hope you finally see yourself in contemplation.
To look beyond the written and fall into the chiseled truth that is our sought
redemption.
To dig and swim until you reach salvation.
