Beauty is ugly
and it smugly hates
what rots and clots

Ugly envies
beautiful entities
Circles for centuries
recycling endlessly

Blue eyes, Flowers, Eden
Bleeding infected corpse
Death, rot and insect feast
Birth; new ****** life
take thy first breath
rise from the decay

We desire perfection
to rise above man
we often forget
that life comes from death

Except the flaw
lower your jaw
make love
with your wrong, wet mouth

We
we the outcasts
we come in large numbers

You
a physical specimen
w/ your sleeping mind
polished and primed
can you see the meaning in time?
Could you comprehend the rhythm of rhyme?

We cannot see this future
We can create it
We will breed the ubermensch
let our wives bare this demigod
you will die
w/ your primal strength

I filled the hallways
w/ 600
riotous misfits
all so very angry
at your concept of perfection

Where will you hide
when my mob comes?
when they follow my word
w/ religious loyalty?

Oh dying lion king
can you hear the cackling
of my slobbering, smiling hyena-swarm?

at what point will
I stop knowing every
thing about you, at
what point will I
I say, yes, I
knew him
once.

he swore to
try and love
God for me
dragged his
knuckles on
my driveway
and said he
was planning
on giving up
some of those
things anyway
but I know
better, I know
it's not that
easy and that
he still talks
to those faces
because these
people are only
bad to me, and
not to him, never
to him, because he
only ever tried to
recognize the bad
for me, but every
thing was just an
act. Why is every
thing just an act
just silly promises
that no one ever
really means.