Tag: FOWC

Dissolve the stitches of aggression as I state at my reflection with hate filled eyes, my stomach (burn the bitches) turns like a boat on a sea of tribulation, my sin sinks deeper within (forward with the saint who sits on my shoulder) blood dried over the scratches of mistaken cowardness (fool), clutch what is left of the water that spirals down the plug hole disappearing like each breath that leaves my chest, sacrifice (a burnt offering) what I can to show your words hurt less (than the back of your hand)

Retrofitted personality given desire by need, food not being just for thought, it sickens (this SICkness) the muddy waters deep below the foot of MANkind, radiating a vibranCY that cleanses the incurable decay of the dead(-ying) flesh that strips itself from the skeletal frame that struggled to move forward with each drawn out step, a far cry from were we (you and I) once stood (do you remember? Do you still feel the touch before the world imploded? Do you still agoniZe over it all, even though this sickness) SICKNESS (robbed me of anything of who I once was, leaving a decaying shell that will forever remind you of a lost moment that you failed to grasp before it all came down around us) you and I….

Muted tones of green and red (mould) finer lines drawn across the surface, blood dried like cement across your face (youreeyesstucktogetherlikethelegaofadirtywhore) seething with rage the eyes of the succulent morsel that perverted it’s own sin to stand tall above the rest wages a war of not words but deeds, deeds dirty and true, deeds layered in the rottenness of forever, see these deeds (feel these deeds in between your legs) for tomorrow’s comings gestate in today’s foreboding light…

Darkness falls with the setting sun but this ain’t no love song, this is a mess of entrails and cum, show the toad (sinners all) fate reveals its shallow call, hollow and dripping with the diseased (useless) seed of man, it screams as its dying breath is drawn a million times over (a billion and more x 4) while the hand of fate keeps stroking faster, draining him of his life-giving (bastard thinks he is the maker of his own kin) essence, removing the segregation from the pool, resetting (realigning) the board to its default mode, removing the sophomore sinner from the food chain, removing his genes from the pool!

A woven epicentre pieced together by rascallion (BETRAYAL) brutes who reason their thoughts against the stuffing of others, doub(dilute)full regalia has below the hashtags sent, withered sin within my costume of hate, (segregation) HATE! words designed to ignite the fire of absolution inside thy gut of anger and ignorance, a pittance for your beliefs, death for your refusal of mine, stay your desires (SEXULIZE) lay not with who you choose, sinner within sin, 5 letters, 5 ways in, cast the vote, sign the form, suffocate the different and protect the mirror images of ones erection as it spills its seed (its semen) across the face of those ithethemhismen(bastard sons of bastard sins) REFUSES to reproduce with…

Birth (death) is a deception forged (CREATED) in a suffering of subdued rhymes gifted with invisible numb3rs lost within thr33 broken panes of glass that tear flesh with delights of a r3dn3ss juicy and free flowing from a skin once untouched by the dirty hand of the sickness that slithers within this grotesque shell I find myself trapped beneath, suffrage of stolen eyes without sight, lost connections giv3n sanctimonious offerings collected like a tax upon civiliZation, a wave, a river with a pointing finger…..

Gritty teeth filled with sand, your voice like a razor blade across a car door, scrapping the rust of countless moments before, SANITyfied with this 3ndl3ss profanity of life, staleness of wickedness, torch(es) held for wavering moment lost (but not forgotten), simplicity of all, nothing, everything, a like for a wink, this is not what is, this is what isn’t! Do you see? (UNDERSTAND) do you understand? (see) blue pages with yellow images, written, lost, found and seen again, for(HATE)give a word said, for(HATE)get a word unsaid…

Please see my sign(s), resort to FOrgiVNess, savage is the end times of what I once called (what I still call) my paranoia, see the flesh fall, witness MY RESSURECTION that is hidden in plain sight, force your eyes OPEN, see salvation in the eyes of those already damned (myhandsalreadyholdtheirsinswithinitstight), don’t feel for me, don’t pity my plight, I AM the master of my night, I sing for my sin TOnight…

WATCH me as I (fly), one devils wings and the sins of man, untold (truths) given through whispers in the darkness of thy youth, we shed our sins and skins to see that the reality of what looks back is not me (nor you nor it nor they nor we), forever (in)encased within a soiled tomb beneath the ground, a soiled tomb, stained underwear, fecal matter, dried urine, semen, the right, (the will), ignorant rants of nothingness lost in numbers, hidden in brackets, lost in my soul….

Pitchforks at the ready AS destiny holds court, 5y5t3m@1cally destroying forts built to hide providence, P(oint)ing figures persecuted resistance to the turmoil(z) of times wicked hand, wave(ing) at forevermore, dwellING in the cave built on the edge of what tomorrow can never see, for YES(terday) proclaims ownership of today….

Insecure realities mixed with fractured violations of ones inner self,

misguided fluctuations within a greater sphere of independence hidden deep inside corrupt constitutions,

believers shown the truth of their failed beliefs,

haters given the power of an iron fist,

life saturated across their cheeks,

drenched in the seaman of life that’s emptied upon their almost innocence faces,

by a life that is and what will never be,

a wave,

a sea,

a constant…

See for we are a quest of fortune and wine,

forwards together arm wrapped in arm unto the diseased lands before us,

thriving where others should die,

surviving where the greater have perished,

we two,

we four,

we plentiful few,

we are sodomy,

we are broken dreams of our child self,

we are the vestal light given form in the darkest night by the devils delight,

we are tomorrow,

we are the worlds sin…

Separation of the sanctimonious arseholes who first possessed this rightful pathway of preservation,

retardation of the complexities that make us miss inform our own senses to deceive whatever small part of ourselves deserves to be hidden from our own disturbing truths,

now join with me as we shed thy flesh and stare at our own reflections bare,

let’s stare and see who we really are against those who stand beside us with their sins skin deep free to see,

and tell me beneath thy flesh that you are more than I.

Sip from the cup that made the cinder dance upon the skyline of tomorrows unending touch,

for within the glory of what can be is the desperation of what we need,

searching for that impossible something we cannot have or see,

yet always yearning for its completeness even when we don’t understand what it is,

tomorrow and today hold no stay over who we are when they yet to exist in yesterday,

give into the journey,

accept the providence of fate,

make comfort your friend,

and hold on before it is all too late…

Thrusting vertical compressions against a stone slab made of forgotten sources, 

veracious sicknesses wanted for your skeptical monsoon,

a blistering storm of nothingness taken from within your bitterness,

while I gave you something worthy to say,

I took away everything else you ever needed,

I submerged everything you ever were in a foothill of mud,

gifted in the bloody limestone of acceptance,

sinner and forgiver,

rejoice for it will be will be a new dawn,

before the end,

before the judgment of what you is made by the finest steel my hands can wrap themselves around…

Fissures crack open in the shell that once was solid,

broken visions,

scares upon scares,

who was I to be this man,

who am I to see this pain,

a vision of denial,

a separation of church and state,

forgiveness and damnation,

forgetfulness when I release I am late,

no time,

flights of fancies,

restoration of my foundation,

restoration of my self faith,

building blocks upon shattered pieces of what was,

when tomorrow will be something new,

something beyond the me of yesterday and today,

something worthy of what will eventually be my legacy…

Symbiosis of pain,

hand in hand it came,

like a machine of man-made design,

it thrusts,

it purges all I am inside,

disease,

decay,

seas of rotting flesh,

as I fall apart,

cleanse me,

let me be free,

let me rid myself of this,

let me….

Considering the focus of denial,

we stepped forward,

blood running down our faces,

chemicals burning our flesh,

we were becoming,

we were ascending,

destiny was within our grasp,

like a golden ring,

promised from the gods,

 then the darkness soaked in to the everything around us,

but in the end it wasn’t the darkness that was to be feared,

 it was what was hiding within it that was our undoing…