IM WRITING 2 DIFFERENT PIECES HERE....PC


The ideology that is the fabric of reality, possibly exists outside of me
Is an atrocity, and possibly a mockery, a rival God's act of hostility
Created by me subconsciously, eating at the remnants of my sanity
Bordom is the mother of humanity, my imagination has created nations
I wait impatinct for the next game, switch channels escaping to reflective plains
And it pains me to be so lonely, if only... but I have created others like me
Now there's too many me's, controlling, folding, and patrolling my reality
Shifting and sifting through the sands, single thimbles of symbols alternating in time
Mimicking the whirls of chaotic patterns seporated in my mind
It makes sense because I forced it to, and force fed you figments of thought
All of existance persists to exist cause I instist, and bordom lingers un-extinguished
In my corrupted mind's 3rd eye, where former realities are recycled
Thus shattered, scattered, splattered pieces of anti-matter mesh with current matter
The Human mind is much like mine, yet an ultimately untapped resource
I stray the course, to effect what I subliminally protect to hit reset
And begin again, from a different point in an altered timeline
I'll find a like mind, just as bored as mine, and internal reflection of my warped mind
Creating diverse reflective inverts, creations of cursed Godly bordom
I'll kill my likeness for he's as mighty as me and blood thirsty like me
The universe is the product of an expanding psychotic psyche
It's a dark place, where thought revovles around burning questions
Would existance presist to exist if I ended mine, with leathal assualts from a like mind?
Or would mine, consistantly out shine through other minds birthed from mine?
Unending war is the ultimate struggle, mine is with bordom I create war to reward them
The other me's, angelic demonic monstrocities coaxin' humanity to commit atrocities
In the name of an unholy mockery of an unending whirling entertainment complex
Recycling rejects to inject my pets with more conflict to inflict more war
While I sit back entertained and watching all reallities keeping and altering scores


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Death raped the ashen form laid upon the table as a life cried
Newborn tears brought forth from a ceasing breath eyes teared
Lines to measure a frail heart begin to take on a flattened band
Amongst the light, she succumbs to darkness, soul whispering adieu
A cross forms upon her chest, pentacle upon her chilled figure
All that is within her surfacing in an aura of conflicting decision
Bible morphs to scroll, scroll to torah, torah to Koran to blood on stone
Reflections of ancient mantras chant the embodiment of all that is Holy
Inklings of candlelight guide the path to the sides of right and wrong
Sins yet to be forgiven whither the strength of angelic wings to pass
Purgatory given way to reincarnation where man tells the tale of Lucifer’s kiss
Brimstone scents the gates of Heaven as Hell fights for control of the damned
Listen now to the cries of condemned witches that cackle for her admission
Noose and stone bruising the body as her tears transform the rain to cyanide
Cult of anxiety mixing the comet’s residue mystification within mental chaos
Last right’s given as her child is blessed into a world of caustic choices
Awaken the mind as the Holy Trinity bless the woman with fired tongue
Hades and Persephone trace the pomegranate upon her lips in pagan seduction
Heart fluttering as eyes plead to gaze upon the innocence of new life
Indecision and monotone questions beckon to steal the finals breath chemically induced
Sing to me the song of the past as years have now passed since apprehension
Waltz among the stars as the chilled summers breath kiss the cheek upon her face
Touch the soul that entwines to tell the tales of destruction and final solace
Drink the wines of faith so that sins may be forgiven in memory of what you know
Trace your fingers upon the scrolls of ancient times where Caesar reigned
Zodiac twisted to redeem the holy and chastise the faithful in society’s format
Eyes gaze back with childlike confessions and shadow the mirror at which she gazes
Faith in unseen wisdom and contradictive prophecy that hide the scars upon her
An unspoken knowing that belief in oneself combined with divine intervention
To cherish the breath of life, and be thankful that the strength came from the ghost

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