What we have all percieved as reality has completely evolved into an
unconscious reminder of our wasteful existence. The frivolous
redemption of the pure results in our own voices speaking out against
the convictions we strongly uphold as a testament to our path to
destiny. The spirit is pure, it is whole, it is light, constant and
unbending in its constant struggle to recreate our bodies in serene
righteousness. Anarchy overcomes all opposition in passion and
the screeching tones of the rebel, as he speaks his prophecy with the
fervorous inspiration of a mild schitzephrenia. His dream exists as
one with his reality, and each wave of life brings him all new energy
to analyze, and each reminder of this rotting species he supposedly
belongs to makes him seethe with animosity pumping through his shell,
contemplating the destruction of human lives, preparing for war he
has already won. Every day that passes in our lives leaves us
unsatisfied and needing more, except for that one divine moment when
you finally find the person you've been searching for, and life
suddenly becomes worth living, and you can finally begin to let go
of the chains binding you to the floor, the stars come into place in
the sky and your perception of reality becomes a constant reminder of
the very best day of your life and your existence becomes not of
seeking satisfaction, but grasping it.

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I sit, strapped onto this plastic mattress, the nurse is escorted to
me by the guards, tranquilizer guns drawn, ready to shut me down, she
tells me it will stop the shaking, but I know of the soul draining dark
realm she wants to put me in, they are trying to make me stupid, so I
forget that i've heard the echoing deathcry, so perfect and divine,
but repeating to the point of agony. I feel the needle pierce the skin
below thigh and the sting is the greatest pleasure I will ever feel,
so rich and fulfilling, I watch them leave the cell content. Suddenly
I feel the dark hole creeping upon me, i see it in this distance but I
pretend it isnt there, soon I will let go of this vessel and slumber
in the shadows that float above the clouds, when I awaken wont my
sense of happiness be restored? Of course not, today is the day i've
been dreading for so long, they know I sense their motives as they
enter the chamber they think I will be too hungover to fight back, but
they dont know war like I know war, too bad they are already wheeling
me away on this bed im tied to. I faintly remember the last time I was
in this room, struggling against the objects they put in my mouth,
waiting and praying to Jesus Christ that they are moistening my
temples so that I could leave this place and ascend into heaven, but
life would never be that easy could it? The doctor tells me the
electricity will reverse the characteristics of my raging urge to
consume human blood, could that be true? not completely. I watch
him grasp the two instruments in his hands, two bars topped off with
fluffly wool, like sheep on sticks, and as he connects the charge to
my own distorted mind I drift away for aeons, to finally awaken to
another dose of thorazine.

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Holy here I fit in this place that you could never sit
A king in my own castle, singing hymns that echo infinitely
Scholars wish their passion matched my own, or owned my wit
But this chaotic machine destroys all of the matter surrounding me
And suddenly, my enemy breathes,
And Im consumed by the blood encompassing me
The whole world gone red in the blink of an eye
And I will assure you today is the day that my enemy dies
Violate this space and I will put you back into your godless place
I'm a chokehold, Never see me coming leave you ice cold
Dirty as the shit that I live in
Coming ever so close to the end of the vision, arisen.
Connected here I see the water break under the ocean floor
Stars are all repugnant souls enlivened by their cuts and sores
Systems fall unto my hands, I am the will beneath the sand
And cover up your faults with lies, destroying the energy that sits inside

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