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Astral Sep 2015
Everything begins at zero

All beginnings, never start with one

Zero is the inception

The eternal nothingness

The unsure fate

The restless abyss

The infinite zero
Astral Sep 2015
The human will has become proxies

Morbid terracota’s left to their own whims

Once the mind held liberties of peace and progression

Now the flesh is all that resides

It seeks the greed of Jesus, the ignorance of faith

The blood of the innocent, the denial of patriots

It is a program that follows orders

Set by the hivemind that created it

We are not a nation of equal happiness

We are something crueler, something darker

We are a breathing husk, rotting from disease

Self-inflicted from the sins of our elders

Now we pay the devils due, the young and cynically aware

Our agony will not be our triumph

We will await a future

Set aflame

By our parents

Our elders

Our protectors

Our

Humanity
Astral Sep 2015
i saw the dark
swallow the light
no one really cared
no one really looked
for they were looking
at the light they created
like moths to flame
so i watched in horror
as the light began to erode
and burn out slowly
Astral Sep 2015
The sky painted in oil and blood

dripping down against my forehead

I am a chemical division, a science of erratic nodes

Swallow of another pill, to keep my mind from the depths

I am a bard without a mouth, a fox without its wit
Astral Sep 2015
There’s too many stories, that will be told

Of when we were okay, and when things were clear

But those times are over, and we no longer stand under oil lamps

I wish you all the lighting, that the thunder can offer you

For we must make our departure, we must meet at the crossroads

I’ll head towards the mountains of soot, you swim those rivers of unknown

And I know that I will be blinded, by the black mist in the air

But I will have known that, I was able to separate from a poison root

I don’t wish you ill or pestilence, only that you go

We have taken up too much time, more than Ulysses

This is our swam song, so lets finish please

This is a forgotten moment, lets start forgetting now
Astral Sep 2015
I’ll make a flower bed, in the crevices of my chest
So that those magnificent colors, may show out of me
Astral Sep 2015
There is much to feel good about, in our modern age

But there is chaos, in this present time

When the citizens of this nation, wish to elect a miserable jester

To be a leader

We see ignorance at such ridiculous heights
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