Death, Truly Imminent


A ceremony of departure ensues.
The third eye awakens, the god of muse. 
Faces appear in the water and the night sky.
They beg to decipher the meaning of goodbye.
The mouth of torment has no teeth,
yet it devours all that can breathe.
Death brings a dark treat and a gift of curse.
A smile visits the god’s face, blissfully perverse. 

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A Grave Of Stars And Humans

Industry made humans, sub-humans.
The modern era witnesses the horror of the destroyers. 
Watch as they march, they engorge upon the living, the putrid living.
The ministries have fallen, curfews can’t stop this horror. 
A national emergency in making, declaration of the come of the serpentine.
Behind close binds they hide, the ones left out, denied. 
Run! Where can you? There is no where to run. 
The earth is round, it’s a fucking globe as they say. 
You’ll only be running in circles, day and night, you can’t escape this.
The era of destruction is upon us and the tides have declared so.
Murder! Murder, in daylight, the skyscrapers witness. 
This is the end of the human race. This is the end of the filth that we had collected for so long. 
Father, where are you? Why have you denied me and declined me? 
The doors to the church are no more open. Where have you fled to? 
Were you synthetic in making? 
You promised life when we pledged allegiance to the church, why are you watching me die behind those blinds? 
I have no faith in you, any more.
I have no faith in this regressing world. 
Needless to say, I’m here to decay.
The end of my time has come to stay.
The rich flee to outer space, but will they make it? Will they survive?
The poor, succumbed to darkness and death so un-divine.
Piece by piece, the world is crumbling. 
Landslides, now a sub-human disaster.
Our last breath is counted as the earth disintegrates and floats in the the outer space.
Bodies, millions and thousands killed in a genocide now afloat.
A grave of humans and stars awake.
The end was imminent is what reads in the prophecy and as all float lifelessly in space, a light in darkness still stays.

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Human, A Cancer Incurable


I’m god! Who is to say I’m not? 
I’m all that you desire, I’m three eyes from his face, I’m your asexual fire.
I’m all, all that flows from her throat to her lungs, I’m the cancer residing in you, melt, slowly burn.
I’m a disease, forming inside of you, there is no cure for me, I’m fucking depression. 
I’m molten lava, in your eyes, I’m the last flower of your lies, I’m all that you’ve been waiting for.
I’m two faced love, fuck your theories, I’m horror that glows.
Infinite stars, I am, waiting to devour your every dream.
Mindless games, I am, I play with you while you ask for suicide.
I’m human, I’m demon, I’m the god from the place they call earth.
I’m a drunkard, always drunk on the thoughts of lust.
I’m an animal, behaviour cannibal, I’m a corpse being dragged on the land that is not my own.
I’m disgusting and vile, I’m the last bone in your body, you spineless fuck.
I’m human and simply everything else.

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Dear Humans


Humans, a misblessed race. 
Knee bent, drinking from the holy grail.
The bread is soaked in poison and fed to many.
Holy shit, the lord arrives, he isn’t what you had expected to be, 
He is misconception and agony, he is the deriver of malady and the engager of blasphemy. 
Oh knee benders, give him your head and he’ll give you a coin and a wishing well, but what the fuck will you do with the coin when your head is not there?
The hour of deceiving is upon you, dear humans. I say the hour of deceiving is upon you!
Celebrate the come of the heaven, a pseudo heaven, it’s only a hell veiled in disguise.
Why, oh why? Can you not open your eyes to the gods of the woods? To the gods that live in the trees and the grand sea. To the gods that open their mouth and feed you rain, to the gods of the nature who are now in pain.
How do you dare neglect them? How do you dare lay them in filth? 
How dare you ask for forgiveness when you are the living sin?
Find more gods, I say find more gods of different kind,
Find gods that don’t feed you poison through the bread soaked in wine.

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I Could Have Been Your Life If You Wouldn’t Have Been My Death 


Sadness comes with the toll of the bells, recurrent, I’m becoming one with it.The mark of death upon my head, a thousand ravens fly from my orbs taking flight to the sky that is moonlit.
Wild hunger screams from deep within, a chaos in my throat resides,
Tearing the skin, but what’s left inside is a long lost scream.
Unsatisfied, dying alive, now what is left to ask from you?
Another skin that breathes with me, you are someone I never knew.
I don’t trust another being, a new human born every day, leaving less space to breathe and more skin to lick.
I’m struggling to survive, struggling to drink from their necks, I’m struggling like a flower in the desert.
I’m another skin, I’m another wind, I’m the weight of the bones that walks only to be fed to them.
I’m survival of the weakest, I’m dust in her cellar.
I’m the last thought in your mind and the invisible person in your life.
I’m gravelly ill and sadly sick, become sadness that is born from the weak.
I’m a mental disease, I’m Xanax down your throat, 
I’m hallucinations, I’m the lonely boat.
I’m a human with a name plate, I’m a number in the population,
I’m dew drops in the rain and winter when you are naked.
I’m a year when I was born, I’ll be a body when I’ll die, 
I’ll be my death certificate, your last memory and lonely cry. 
I’ll be a smiling face in the pictures, a scar in the sky, a forgotten disease and a living who passed by.
I’ll be dead and more, putrid and gore,
I’ll be fire if you burn me and I’ll be desire if you lit me,
I’ll be your hand if you ask me to, I’ll be your strength if you want me to.
I’ll be more than just skin and bones,
I’ll be more than a grave stone.
I’ll be a father to the new born kids,
I’d be the money to the homeless in need,
I’d be river that is bone dry, I’d be your evening slowing passing by,
I’d be the city you live in and your death bed,
I’d be your new year and eight glasses of wine in pain.
I can be more than the skin that is dry, I can be more than the lonely winter’s cry.
I can be more than the haunting silence in my cries, I can be a human and more than what meets the eye.

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