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A glimpse of bliss entangling my soul
If I slip I might fall back in my yearning hole
I'm elevated for now but my time can't last
The clock of light is ticking too fast
I must disregard my fate fueled doom
I need to grasp delight while it does bloom
For now I sit upon my cloud and gulp such joys I'm not allowed
I will dance and sing just for the while before I fall back into the seas of vile

Where alone I simmer while the night's a dimmer
Through its rays twisting light and illuminate the maze of the prickled night
Through the dampened desolate streets where parasite pigeons stalk
They burrow into gutters like termites into a decaying log
Nests built from cigarette butts next to symbols written in chalk
The stench of rancid fruit clings dense to the city's air like a fog
A mixture of what is true and what is a fool's folly thus false
I reach down to the truth, lying in the gutter to check it's pulse
It's near lifeless eyes peer up at me, I am elevated by my power to spin lies and deceit.
But it smiles softly at my hesitation knowing that I may bring the quill and hammer down to crush it's mutilated skull but if I did I would so with a hand of a truth, a truth for my own love of life and things; reality torn apart Beautifully butchered raw literature, a cloaked secret theft
The veins removed along with the heart nothing but a blood soaked carpet left. Invisible to the eye is the soul, broken up by pollution but still altogether whole, strains of some like ectoplasm drifting into a nothingness of gasses.
Into the judging and laughing endless masses
You wanted them to keep out of it
But they're so involved that they seep out of it
So Delirium dances down upon her knees
And dreams of skin infested with fleas
Scratch the surface
Leave me mad
As I was
I'll be glad
To be free
Is not to be
Free at all
Stay so small
Three foot tall
And have my back
Pinned hard against the rebel's wall
Taught by sanity to brace the fall
Lies are spun just like webs
To catch the desired prey
The fear and heart do wed
To latch the conspired price


Nature is found in all unnatural things
You may have adjust your eyes
Adjust your mind
But there's beauty in the most grotesque of lies
You might see it in time

Until then the spider will make your skin crawl and you will look hard upon it as if it were some alien from anti matter charged charnel portals leaking a milky way of sureality from seven vile teats of some bent and wrong insect demon lord as old as the spawn of the spit of creation, the freak show of a billion changing and shifting particles, meaningless static painting the blank portrait anew endlessly and forever and randomly and insanely erotic with supernovas of canned human meat witnessed by astronaut mafia illuminati lizard men under voodoo traces brainwashing blood bonds to rape and cannibalize all mankind after the trigger phrase is muttered in their slithering forked ear holes while the mice run round and round their cage

Fear is king and death is god hope is always fading but divinity can be kept sheltered from the winds of cruelty cupped in your bleeding hands. And the cruel should die slowly by their brother's hands as they kill their brothers in an endless struggle. Let it finish in my own realm before I finish myself in wait.
Madness all around sadness always found rearing its ugly arrowhead dipped in poison like the serpent sneering waiting for the paralyzed to fall dead
And the crow to pick my eyes and eat my thrall instead