I want to be a war machine

I want to rupture spleens with a gleam from my eye

I want to spread suffering in lines waiting for lies, just in time to ignite a stupendous sight in one phone call

I want the call to arms to be in the alarms of emergency vehicles

I want the residual survivors slaughtered after given my word as to the **** of every daughter in my New America

I want to just stare at ya as you plead to be spared

Beheaded and laughed upon, kicked down the stairs

I want to judge you

Smother you in your filth

In your guilt

I want to starve your kids with empty ingredients

I want to **** on my **** and smear it in your ears while beating it

I want to stare in each and every eye, as it dies with the burning sky in its frame

I want to scream the names of the slain, from burning castle walls and call, for lost love to return in the squirm of man

I want to demand, flesh from the best of the best, in a contest against the peasants

I want to topple your towers down, in tickling sounds, from trumpets bound in space

I want to spit in your face, drown you in doubts and smack you awake

I want to decimate your graves, and from the tenth left make, toilets for my torturers, in sweltered pits of **** remains

I want the world to shake in the hunger pains, of every fat ****** with burrito stains in his lingerie

I want to serenade an angelic raid, on your made up play, of plastic soldiers eaten by animatronic vultures, as I smolder the beaten toys on the floor

And I want

Really really want

More

Sometimes i feel like the world is spinning around me in an almost timelessness. Faces come and go, fading into the distance, before that familiar face in which i cannot quite place a name, walks on by me.

I thank god that tears dry clear, otherwise id be covered in blood, *** and glitter.

She had a stiffness to her, as though a nervous little girl, whirling through the world, a world away, and in a way, she dreamed, dreamed of better things, things that sing in her heart, heart of her being, being of the stars, stars shining unto day, the day she runs away, away from everything she makes, and breaks, into a million pieces, and pieces i can pick up, pick up just enough, enough to give up, give up all to have loved, loved enough to have gave, and i gave it all i got.

Null is the void, as the void is the lull, lull is the stoic, as the stoic is the soul.

Soul of an eon, as an eon of not, not in the ions, as the ions are lost.

Lost is the sphere, as the sphere is sedition, sedition is fear, as fear is the mission.

Mission of silence, as silence is the crowd, the crowd is the silent, and the silent are loud.

When i win, it is exactly what they wanted, and when i lose, it was part of the plan.

I will Count every breath, every flicker in the sky, i am prepared to accept what i once denied.

Tall chested, and my chin up, I am uplifted and pushed out, i am that which once was doubt.