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Fifty souls. Filled to the brim with hatred. Overflowin with contempt. Halfway through the words we wretch on their taste. Spittin out the consonants to the hard trampled dirt. How can anyone be so fuckin blind. To be fooled by those snakes IS to be worthy of death. Just as much as the liars, the believers will suffer too. The hunt IS on. Blood boils in wide veins. This rage will overcome us if we fail to reach the target. Clenched fists lust for the impact of violence. An understandin among us all, has been reached. We’ll tear each other to shreds if the object of our hate slips our grasp. Pull the flesh from bones too black to wear the skin of man. The first wave of death. To end every life we touch. The second to emulsify their remains. Wipe them like shit from the faces of the downtrodden. And burn it clean.
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In an instant. It could all be taken away. Everythin we’ve walked towards. This flat earth. Longin for no end in sight. It only works if there’s no end. It can’t be circular. There can’t be a cycle. The path IS infinite. One foot in front of the other. Side by side. On to the next and the next. The pages swirl around us and keep the details in mind. How long will it be till we get our story straight? What IS the definition of you and me. Can it survive as a collection of tender actions? A gift each moment. So pure. Sincere. Do we need to trap the words and tie them down? If only there were no urgency in your voice. No panic in your heart. We could just lay here forever.
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Silver cover protects the valued heirlooms. Thoughts of her pour through the filth. Warmth in a desolate ice field. The first feelin of ownership in a long homecomin. Layed out in a pattern for the hidin of secrets. Keep them locked away so that no one can steal them. Any intruders will suffer the consequences of the darkest hatred stored deep for years. Let it all spill out and smother the despised. Discontent aches in the throat like the burn of undiluted bile. A black scar runs high along the fault line. Ready to shake the foundation of an ideology Long overdue, this mindset will be crushed from the hearts of the blind. Distasteful ignorance of the sufferin endured by so many. His name IS only spoken by those who need him least. With arms full the downcast eyes look selfishly at the Sun. Greedy for excess. Pain accepted at the prospect of more.
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Upon the arrival of the turnin glance. The watcher sits uneasy. Locked away in the displacement of his emotions. Plucked from the safety of transparency. Shoved into a corner and told to complete what IS not his own. A distraction given to welled up eyes. A flood averted by easy means. No longer a captain in his own vessel. Rough pine hardens soft hands. A cross forgotten by the mass produced. Stars now implemented in a secure cage for the private. Flex inherent in the construction. Poured into a mold and formed for modes unknown. The pilot slides in and guides the bells. Ringin out across white peaks and rollin horses.
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Headed backwards up the hill of doubt. Shakey knees twist and turn in timid recoil. Fears swell like the strings of the philharmonic. A minor setback in the big picture, but the frame IS creased. The color runs out the bottom of the image onto the sterile floor. Spillin into a lifeless theatre. If no one sees it, does it still evoke memory? The reminder seeks out one with a past to induce a pause. The pause of reflection and melancholy. Three heads stand tall in wait. Faced East toward their rightful owner. One behind the other. A bullet of nicety could drop them all in one fell swoop. Claws sharpened on necessity. Used as practice for the big day. A commitment to the nation of the firm grip. The migration a hundred years too late, but not a day too soon. Proud stars wave from high above. Watchin over all the lost souls who chase their manufactured dreams. Given the opportunity, we’d all leave this race.
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Beneath the warmth of covers. Wrapped up in the comfort of safety. A velvet squeeze hugs tight. Softness calms the mind that rushes nowhere. Extended across a cloud of concern. Outstretched on peaks that pre-date our spiral. Chased around the drain for years. Arm in arm we can block the surety of collapse. Joined now the future IS certain. A collision of particles now at rest. Black lines curled along the outermost edges. Designed for the highest success rate. An attempt stalled. Fear in the eyes of the desired. Pushin hard for the release. A tired hand falls limp in defeat. The arrival of satisfaction. The return of a king to his court. Restored to a former peace which has been unknown for so long. The traveller has sought out his calm on countless voyages. Now found, a different kind of adventure can resume. One of grave importance and dire need.
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The hassle of mild convenience. Joinin the masses. A migration to the center of attention. Passin responsibility to the one who can handle it. The stop and start of exertion. Leaves piled high. The pieces of anothers past gathered into one place. A collection of experience streamlined. Stripped of all that cannot translate. A numb expression. A muted brush. Color IS only temporary for those who fail to grip. The constant pressure to maintain an appearance of balance. A face caught in angles of light, webs of persuasion. The snake in the grass whispers kind words to gain favor. Give me what I want. We both know you will. Eyes too kind to deny. Hopes personified in a catalog of somethin different. Until you can prove I’m lyin, there’s no way to justify your anger. Until it’s confirmed that I falsify my state, I’ll lay in wait and expect what IS mine.
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Lines crossed in a grid. Each square a unique entity. Separate from the rest of the other worlds. Corners rounded with remorse. A deep groove for the blood to drain. Twisted together in a more manageable form. Strands aligned side by side. Close to the heat of an addiction. There’s no turnin back from this vise. You have to have a couple. To walk the line IS a dangerous thing to do. To fly the straight and narrow makes it so easy to fall off the beam. A gift returned to its giver. The thoughts passed on, cast aside like water drops down the sides of an umbrella. The promise of release on the face of potential. Red laced up all the way. A cloth hangs to hide the debauchery. On the top of the hill. You’ll have to force yourself to feel its worth it. Convince those bones. Manipulate those tendons. A shared experience. All the while, spendin it with the one who waits. On the other side. Alone.
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The search for a horse with no shoes. Take me to the place where no one goes. The place where we can be free to do as we please. Under the blank page of cool blue. A direct line to the stars. The light burn on skin left bare for the vultures. Exterior decoratin for the senseless destruction. The next move IS uncertain. A careful step needed to slide into the footprints of the comin mile. Arranged sporadically as if to convey the lack of importance. A withered pod hangs defeated. The last drops of motivation eked out in the final moments. A tired voice, hoarse from answerin to the one who controls. The sweat sticks to the smooth insides. Caked there in wait for moisture. Life line in white, against the back of darkness. Raised lines across the intent of malice. Sealed in a time proof capsule. Keep the sugars fresh and hope she holds. I’ll save her for another day. Save her from myself.
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Under red skies. The clip holds as best it can. There’s no accountin for taste. A key waits patiently while brute force makes it obsolete. Cones slide into each other for a perfect fit. The cable strung between towers by a delicate mount. Two doses of humanity stretched by a demandin power. Yieldin to the need. A thorn in the weakest point. The moments unripe. For some the flavor IS just right. A thick syrup coats the inner walls. Curled up around the edges. Layin in wait. The vertical columns stand in solitude. A filed edge ensures the safety of one. A transparent view that colors all perception. The search for prey. Siftin through so may of my own kind. The kind that hunts what it cannot have. Checkin their heels. Ever watchful of the bridges they’ve left behind them. The long chords over certain death. Hungry mouths hang open for a glimpse of flesh. To see the object of desire.
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