destruction sequence: initiated
brain, raw and grinding
the gears are still turning
but haven't been oiled in millenia
once upon a time, i was king
during the great serotonin shortage
when everyone shuffled about the streets
listless and dull
a slave to their own routine
and to deviate would spell certain disaster
i was so good to them
i would burn down villages
and point a finger at our "enemies" to the east
how else would they trust me to protect them?
it gave them something to live for:
it gave them hatred
i was so good to them
i would give gold to prostitutes
so they'd lower their prices
and the men lost inhibition with every lay
it gave them something to live for
it gave them them release
i was so good to them
i have donated to the performance arts
enthralling and subliminally conditioning them
because active, free thinkers are dangerous
it gave them something to live for
it gave them complacency
i was so good to them
i issued a currency
so i could tax their earnings
as a comfortable king is a happy king
it gave them something to live for
it gave them labor
i was so good to them
enter, the great savior of none
the fearless leader who led not a soul
morally just and fed up with control
he was not unfit, but not their fit
as the masses loved their debauchery
and the unwavering protection of their master
i was so good to him
i wrote a decree
that he be found and thrown in the dungeon
to save him from himself, as free thinkers are dangerous
i gave them something to live for
i gave him his sacrifice
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
breathe in the questions
exhale the answers
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
failing,
as standards go
definitely...
u
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p
e
d
wayyy too soon
wayyy too reckless
tsk, tsk...
with my eyes closed at that.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
she waits...
on the other side of forever,
she waits...
with instinct strong
and butterfly wings
she'll be carried off
safely into the night
by an amorous love exchange
no voices
not a sound
just an imagination
as vivid as her heart beats loud
be still, my doll
our time will come
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
knowing what you do
when you do
how you do
where you do
who you do
exactly why you do
to everything you do
since birth, your curse,
you know what i mean...
this one's for you, foul and veiled.
may it fester in your soul
until the day of your death
i pull universal strings with these words,
didn't you know?!
the strings that were and are and forever will be
...all
at my disposal for manipulation
with a few strokes of my fingertips
so play with caution, foul and veiled.
your time will come.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
stay enthralled...
through hours of boredom
and discontent
stay enthralled...
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
her provisions are entwined with fallacy
a crucial failure to her last words
a false division sits on my dependency
four words, in question, seal our fate
our days connect, encircled commonly
in a violent sequence
conspire to our demise
i'm fearing deceit
before you mutter your sweet nothings
the force behind your games at play
voice your indistinction
of what's just in your eyes
you've been suspect from hello
decide
what's merely cornered by $lust$
in the recesses of your mind
forge my signature
to pass as though you're someone
your fake emotion
will curiously encompass all your loves
under halos cover
you can strike
unbeknownst to unsuspecting fools
very few know you as i
could we safely assume it wouldn't take much
to catch you astray?
condemn your antipathy still a possibility
that you can shine your love for us
in this cold, deserted world
hoarding all your passion/possessions
for the truthful never paid you well
pain and suffering
all we'll know
and truth be told
we feigned love, too
seal your destiny with just one lie
and shower in the fire
cry, don't cry
still enchanted by your lies
but no more can i say i would die
for your cause in the battle field
when the tears we've shed
devour every sense of self we've built
in the final closing hour
we admit defeat in your degree
you have clouded our defenses
congratulations, babylon
you're a great *****
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
these clouds remain as succulent
inside the peaceful livid walls
i hear the contemplations resume
to tear our eyes out
it's my hypocrisy
there in all i like to say
these follies rolled in laughter say
benign hostility
cracks your head in the wall
i give no choice to reason
but i'm a fool for sure
decide to give up or give in
with your reserves plastered on the wall
designed for war
we swim with the sharks, bleeding
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
god, you've excited me ever since sense of this fashion was foreign to me
the plagiarist ways that dictate my emotion will keep a safe distance at bay
i'm vying for the rose of her rejection
the dream was gold, reflecting her perfection
sweet, nasty girl, i'm inside of you under your fur, not unlike her
we'll take away smiles with the cold sweats and terrors incurred, evermore
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC