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2003-02-01 //_ 11:10 a.m. | |
nothings changed .. the senates still currupt.. and the emporer remains insane .. and everyday - is a new strain of slaughter .. supply lines are less protected .. - evil on all sides .. eye can smell the death on your flesh -- creeping in .. trapped within the twisting fingers of fear and all eye see is you .. that face .. those eyes .. burning like leprosy .. eye can see you there .. poisoning the air prostituting Nationalism and eye want to attack .. to rip out your heart and lay you flat on your back .. and vomit a world of agony and truth into your throbbing illness of memory ...and hate guides our way.. eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back, for the acceptance of death and blind cave war.. the giving sleep of depression, the sweet elucidatoin of savage, meaningless aggression -- chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples.. in the harem tents -- outside, just beyond the edges - eye ride a cycloptic mare in the fires of imagination.. feeding my disease.. a river of plaques.. eye need something to remind me eye am still sinning .. that pain is important.. that wurdz matter.. that healing is possible.. that eye .. am not .. alone... in this -- guard the houses -- triple the watch -- maidens dig up your sorcery -- sirens sharpen your rocks... you will eat my pain again... whatever .. you .. need .. unite messiah ME |
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