New RELIGION (the rorschach test)
my body will fail internally
my soul will forever live
wandering...wandeing..
but will it embrace eternity?
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Plastic hooks keep my flesh from falling apart As the vultures usher in a broken premise.
(I've been bleeding out patterns for days But still my body keeps me wandering away..)
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not giving me the comfort of a swift silent exit
left in a light of omniscience, faceless with its gaze
onlooking the degradation, immaculate in its understanding
10 commandments tower above me... foreboding...eclipsing.
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Barricaded inside of my faint inarticulate castle
I've been stripped to nothing besides the essence of a laconic tangibility
One that gives myself to the hissing gutural perception of a new religion
And one that gives a manifestation of a protoplasm lobotomy
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| the vulnerable ethereal state of mind emerges.
the fear of understanding overshadowing concise thought.
floating inches from the burning ground, so far from the white clouds.
the lesser known dimensions of a crumbling cynical reality.
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Tonight I learned how angels breach their contracts
This disjunction of my ambient personalities will send myself through the fissure
And everything will be so funny and beautiful on the way down
Everything will finally be perfect...
Kept wandering... wandering...