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13 AM
02:18
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13 AM I'm jolted from a sweaty slumber.
My screaming eyes see black,
their bloodshot veins - internal thunder.
My cause of panic remains unknown -
masked by the looming maniac that grows.
I fall back into the cemetery of my bed,
my head retains its role as the silent willow encroaching on death,
sinking in the ground to be remembered as a sinkhole
as my head with a diminishing brain sinks into its pillow.
No comfort is found by the anesthetic creep of sleep.
Lullabies sing of devils' eyes and I count mutilated sheep.
My mind remains in an influensic rage,
as fear lessens none in the headless chicken's rampage.
The crash of a medieval bell aids the spine-clutch of the spell,
my throat constricts like settling lead,
as echoes like a wall of mirrors sustain the fright in my head.
There's no more deathly feeling that I find than silence in my room and pandemonium in my mind.
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The holocaust continues as we speak...
Wingèd creatures are de-feathered and de-beaked.
The young are separated from their families,
they live what lives they have as products in a factory,
until their led in a prod-conducted train to the chamber where their kind is mercilessly slayed to become the next link in the ever growing chain to fulfill the order of the ever-hungry man.
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Gargoyle
03:25
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A young child in his anarchic play
with the world below his feet,
gravity is his only rule.
The dark tide of age approaches.
Under a robe of velvet, blackwashing influence encroaches
and exiles the young child from his center of inner peace
in exchange for the fool's gold of sociality.
Kicked through the densely populated town,
the teenager fakes a confident walk as if no sanction need be found,
but the strut is no more than a guided limp
which was grudgingly withstood until I caught a glimpse
when a symphony of shadows sang to me upon a wall, my mission established by their deep lupine call.
My gait returns as I stampede down the road
to the secluded ruined mansion I will usurp as my home.
I've broken stained glass of illusion,
torched my internal drapes,
found a morbid paradise in my castle of seclusion,
become the gargoyle of my haven of escape.
The ecstasy of salvation brings tears to my eyes
as I lurch upon the cupola in the violet skies.
Fulfilled with a maternal home of the endless night,
I am the gargoyle of my haunted paradise.
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Cannibal Society
02:50
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Come with me now, I invite you to see
the rich gathered around the table in their luxuries
stuffing themselves rancorously,
their eyes glazed in the trance-like state of the feast.
They scramble like vermin over the main course of the meal, a roasted dark-skinned body stamped with a corporate seal.
Straight from the womb to the conveyor belt,
a uniform glaze makes us suppress ourselves.
Baked to a state of lethargy, unable to rise, unable to flee.
Labor consumes the not-so-privileged man,
he sizzles in the industrial frying-pan.
His joys are strained, the desolation rises,
he's fed upon by the wealthy and their enterprises.
Take the industrial hearse to the inner-city,
see the gobbled remains of lives that used to be.
Sprinkling the gutter like banana peels,
the walking devoured wander like ghosts of past meals.
Where big chief sends the lessers to fight his war,
To climb the pyramid means stepping on those below.
Where dancing around the fire means throwing others in,
there lies the society I live in.
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Garden Punks
01:36
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Plant family is creatures too-
those who feed on light,
who feel pain the same
while demonstrating a higher view of the preservation of life.
Garden Punks!
Awakenthegodinya!
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