Rambling

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Before the Sword

I am cast out
falling
You’ll find me burning
before you find me crawling

vile deceiver
screaming
Reality raw
Eden was a man lost dreaming

Just creation
nature
built-in instincts call
Lines between man and ape blur

Mankind was lied to
before the sword
rotting in a garden
eternity bored
good and evil
wisdom denied
light-bringer fell
When heaven lied

another death
nailed it
save from creation
Once the father has failed it

bloodborne flesh needs
made me
Driven by my needs
until I find who flayed me

born into death
rotting
walking decomposed
What is the maker plotting

Is it chaos
no plan
fluke of the machine
that made us more than human

Mankind was lied to
before the sword
rotting in a garden
eternity bored
good and evil
wisdom denied
light-bringer fell
When heaven lied

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Life Time

Driving this meat machine that’s somehow twice my age
It bears the scars and fractures of a vessel for my rage.

They say a cheetah cannot change its spots
But it can say if you live or not
coming at you at the speed of hate

open mouth and shit falling out
Landing flat is what you’re about
And you’re taken when you hesitate

what I’ve seen would break a man
so I channel all the beasts I can
totems to protect my fractured mind

hearing pathetic woes
of the ones who walk on tippy toes
makes me want to slaughter to unwind

But I must be civilized
following these plans devised
to fold us into bleating herds of wool

sheared, naked, shivering
your own coat you’re delivering
while I refuse to play the fucking fool

Don’t follow me on this trip
blaze your own trail and mental slip
set the world on fire your own way

judge me and you judge yourself
your soul sold and there’s nothing left
you never want to come outside and play

This vehicle of flesh and bone is scorching down to ash
when it’s done don’t bury me, just throw me in the trash

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Sensitive

Sit and rub the palm with your fingernail
Just scratch and burn your circle there
Until the blister forms, a bubble
And the skin raises enough to impair

Then wait for that bubble to be burst
So the skin can be peeled away
And you can complain of that rupture
Every fucking day

Then go home at night and rub
The pink flesh kept good and enervated
The nerves maintained at peak edge
To remind you how you’re agitated

Make sure to grip the hands of others
With your raw and bleeding palm
Because the guilt you can make them feel
Is better than any balm

But you must keep the agitation fresh
And the scabs freshly peeled
So the next victimizer can be created
While you keep your wound concealed

Focus on the one way
The world can cause you pain
Make it your daily mantra
And keep it in your brain

If you can’t be the victim you want to be
Then you must find a path
To show the simple sympathizers
That they should unleash wrath

And they will bring you to the pity party
And give you your attention
For the victim of creation of the
Sins that you won’t mention

Salt the wounds and keep them seasoned
Be a perpetual victim
Blame everyone for all your hurts
Even when you inflict them

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Shadow People

One-touch
The light comes on
The strength returns
The doubt is gone

I can run forever

One breath
The pain is gone
Doubt disappears
Nothing is wrong

I can run forever

To live
We first must die
One clean Stab
We open the eye

I can see forever

Alive
No rules apply
Fire-powered machine
And the world will fry

I will live forever

In time
My brothers arrive
Whispering to me
That the plan goes live

I have lost forever

Bleeding out
The lights turn off
Slipping to abyss
With Kalashnikov

I am the never

…

But I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people

I can live forever

They speak
Whisper to me
Another little touch
A can be

I will burn forever

Ride edges
They call to me
Planning my demise
I need to see

Into the forever

But I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people

Constant companions
Do they die when I sleep
Do they walk when awake
must maintain for their sake

I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people

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Heresy in Death

The afterlife is a huge plane, not flat.
There are plateaus
The plateaus are as large as needed; each is a realm protected by the gods of the past and of the now.
Power is that of will, boosted by the faith of the followers
The vast valleys between the plateaus are filled with the faithless dead
, the faithless dead die again and again, lacking the divine protection of the realms of the plateaus
And there is hunger
that can cause one to consume the bodies of the dead souls. This can nourish as well as corrupt. The act of nourishing happens when healing your fellow dead. Corruption from consuming.

Your power can be increased through the faith of your followers. But they cannot be told this in the beginning. Only voluntary faith creates the connection between the faithful and the bright one.

Bright one must protect.
can start raising a plateau.

The dark ones feed and warp those they consume into twisted parodies of the souls they were in life.