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Godless
Ancient physiology
Complacent ideology
Control the maze
Of a citizens brain
Channel the flood
Of carnal instincts
Until dilution of blood
Bound by hell, if there were two of us
Are we twisted by incest?
I preach to the empty void
I denounce the divine shrouding
This trick of light in the fog
Clear the poisonous clouds
Clarity of insanity outstanding
This trickle of lies you call god
Spreading famine and disease
I’ll be damned if god is pleased
No rain came when the fires ravaged the land
Not for the good No remorse for the pain
Quench no desire for all perverse damage
No one can reverse a crippling childhood
I’ve blown a fuse in my godly machine
It was a tool that used for my own means
Now I’m stripped of justifications
And all I am is all I see
I saw people, crucifixes
Contradictive lustful fixations
And a blood soaked carnation
I see the past in my ponderings more often than the future
The past is all the tiny pieces of my heart.
The future will join the shattered pieces in an ocean of broken glass
I am deadpan submerged in my heartscape careful not to cause a ripple
I try to stay still but my naked body shivers and I feel a trickle
Then a bubble of pain and a scarlet dribble
My goddess
Godless! Look forward
Saints [font=Tahoma,Geneva]sad-eyed and lissome
Like bone white statues
They turned slowly to face me
None spoke
But their bottomless eyes
Displaced me
Into a comatose state
I awoke my mind no longer shackled in rope
She spoke softly in rhyme from some poem I wrote
The moon was golden rose that night
She whispered to turn off the light
So the sad-eyed saints would see not
The depravity of love
The insanity above
The coming of the flood
Kill the son
Chant sunken siren songs
To lure the weak
Latch on and speak through them
Like their dead
Waiting for life to begin
But all life is history
It paints the perception we hold and we yearn to love the cold fallacy
The afterlife is suspended in grey, defiant of nature’s laws
It is the undecipherable lexicon of the present
This one single endless moment of my existence
The waves of the current pulsating my senses
Depraved
A dead seed
Nudged aside by the crows
Who keep to their murder
They will find where I go
Bone white, sad-eyed [/font]
Saints screeching insurgent
Complacent ideology
Control the maze
Of a citizens brain
Channel the flood
Of carnal instincts
Until dilution of blood
Bound by hell, if there were two of us
Are we twisted by incest?
I preach to the empty void
I denounce the divine shrouding
This trick of light in the fog
Clear the poisonous clouds
Clarity of insanity outstanding
This trickle of lies you call god
Spreading famine and disease
I’ll be damned if god is pleased
No rain came when the fires ravaged the land
Not for the good No remorse for the pain
Quench no desire for all perverse damage
No one can reverse a crippling childhood
I’ve blown a fuse in my godly machine
It was a tool that used for my own means
Now I’m stripped of justifications
And all I am is all I see
I saw people, crucifixes
Contradictive lustful fixations
And a blood soaked carnation
I see the past in my ponderings more often than the future
The past is all the tiny pieces of my heart.
The future will join the shattered pieces in an ocean of broken glass
I am deadpan submerged in my heartscape careful not to cause a ripple
I try to stay still but my naked body shivers and I feel a trickle
Then a bubble of pain and a scarlet dribble
My goddess
Godless! Look forward
Saints [font=Tahoma,Geneva]sad-eyed and lissome
Like bone white statues
They turned slowly to face me
None spoke
But their bottomless eyes
Displaced me
Into a comatose state
I awoke my mind no longer shackled in rope
She spoke softly in rhyme from some poem I wrote
The moon was golden rose that night
She whispered to turn off the light
So the sad-eyed saints would see not
The depravity of love
The insanity above
The coming of the flood
Kill the son
Chant sunken siren songs
To lure the weak
Latch on and speak through them
Like their dead
Waiting for life to begin
But all life is history
It paints the perception we hold and we yearn to love the cold fallacy
The afterlife is suspended in grey, defiant of nature’s laws
It is the undecipherable lexicon of the present
This one single endless moment of my existence
The waves of the current pulsating my senses
Depraved
A dead seed
Nudged aside by the crows
Who keep to their murder
They will find where I go
Bone white, sad-eyed [/font]
Saints screeching insurgent
Published 15th Apr 2013
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