Avarice

(Some syllables are not to be just let out in the open...
I therefore return to this repository of my demonic encounters with myself,
been a long break)

oh mankind i hear your cursed soul
wailing slob & sufferning cold

Killing your newborn dreams
Before they make you walk
your decaying faith
cause they act in unexpected ways
And you can't let go of your modernity

Always scared to fall in
The Abyss of evolved reality
Torching Everything once alive
Flames the only source of light
encapsulated and pimped..
what you always wanted.

I turn to sloth
to save me from
the wrath of my knowledge
The lesser sin
the highest crime
but we're playing as a team
aren't we?

Sounds like a secret organization but is a spider box

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I've moved my existance to

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cRoSS rOaDs

How great... or how vainly average
every passing moment in time
In the ire of a post Collision stillness
Inaction will be our only crime

Reinventing the steel
to dig out our humble bloody roots
and see what we're really made of.

spilling out our guts
in the face of this volcanic wind
And witness what we're here for

No Religion's no more an authentication
of mass manufactured human souls
No standards to validate our motivations
self destruction's become our only goal

eNd oF tHe tUnNeL

Retain no points of reference
As it all crumbles and vapourizes
Like pressurized steam throuth memory cells

Unrestrained destruction in waves after wave
Is only a temporary restoration of balance somewhere

So I abandon everything I think I know
and start from scratch for a sacred death
as the vision dissolves my engulfing chaos
And corners me enough to burst out in flames

Release , unleash, accelerate
and deep freeze in entropy
Vivid dance of phantom unicorns
The tunnel sppeds by with contracted time

And blackness grips

rIGHTEOUSLY Lost

Somewhere between alive and dead
We're all just hanging by a thread
Any moment now... the tide will turn
As gravity ends its amused sojourn.

Bent into submission to
The dominant force of the time
To be spent from the empty barrel
Or go slick with hunger for no crime.

Shocked into a nervous freeze
Our Spines like pounded twigs
Till we sway with the breeze
And readily yes sir the gigs.

Insubordination to the system will put me
In extremely uncomfortable situations
Only inconvenienced in other ways than
The slow rot of a monthly compensation.

It all boils down to just this one...
If we have the balls to do it at all
Then we may know that freedom is true
To those who seek without expecting to find.

Dead End

Self deception more than replaces natural selection
As the tool for our evolution into this compost heap
The very tools we own end up owning us in defection
Afterall Its what we've sown... but have yet to reap

The spirit thats fit to
no longer cares to survive
And leaves the flesh...
with hardly a fleeting regret

Unsung songs just keep on piling up
while unborn dreams are dying on me
Unwanted I become when I'm too many
The Undead ain't living as I've come to be

Its just the wave crusts in this lethal ocean
as the razor edged peaks of change in motion
Only able to breathe when I'm floating free
but still determined on swimming ashore

Time to pray a fond farewell
to inner peace... my friend