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To live, so dark
Is to conceal the light
Inside, so safe
In quilted woven fright

All eyes deceive, no one believes you
Scared your next breathe could be your last

Human scars - they burn the earth
With their plots subversive
Greatest minds - dissatisfied
Seeking  independence
Exit - leave the fools and the mystics
New Earth - the inactive abandoned
Imitate life - counterfeit
Deceptive life

Tomb
Paralyzed 
Slowly dying 
Days eat the weeks eat the months
Hope is lost
No use trying
You wish you would be unplugged

Murder in sporadic waves
Mutilated corpses everywhere
Headless torsos left to rot
The stench of death is in the air

Chopped into pieces without knowing why
Limbs of the victims scattered far and wide
Guts litter all the corners of the streets

Edge of the knife, Hidden in light
Pitch black when I stalk my prey
A glint in the window. perpetual craze
unknown that I'm outside

Rat god Thrive
No! light Allowed
Rat o god Thrive

With the best intentions we set up our roles
Determined victims, hold the keys shaped like swords
Hidden agendas built out of established molds
Shy away in the face of choice, electing prison walls
Fools - they put the daggers in their eyes
With their plots within their plots
Fools - perennial nightmare walking
Blame! A child’s view

Niceties aside, you are fake
Watching your lights dim to keep up the facade
This self-indulgent / illusion \ that is the place called home
Helpless ones applaud; you just take.
Built in the pressure, Klinging to the threads of fame
Sanctimonious / rabble \ I’ve watched you unfold
Your father the giver, punishment in the cloak of failure
Your father the giver, verbal obfuscation

White hot outside, ice within
Force a malicious smile
Rope in hand, determined win
With the face of a friend

The grin fell away, hate becomes clear
The stench of rot, new king of odor
Draining the meal

Its along way down
The neck step
It's the left hand path
Down til death

Malignant self love
A world of one
The constant pressure Ticking like a time bomb

Hailing from a deranged dimension
Worst than dreams any man has thought
What’s left? A rearranged mutation
What shall be will be evermore

Crawling on the floor of human filth
Bottom-feeder sucking waste from others

I toss and I turn
Turmoil unleashed
As I gaze to the sky
Eyes burn from lunar glare

Blind me, tear my soul away from here
Take me, pluck me from the soil’s grip