Immune to your infectious pleas
As we prescribe the cured disease
Amped on plagues to praying knees
Drunk on the blood of Pharisees
Composing godless symphonies

The paths that cowards fear to tread
The truths that serpents fear to spread
The hatred that your fear has bred
The dark enlightenment you dread
These musing voices in our head

We'll grind the thrones of grace to dust
Our acid reign leads faith to rust
And as you watch your world combust
You'll feel the sounds of our disgust
Roar horsemen of tumultuous

The wretches writhing in the wombs
The banshees wailing in the glooms
The shadows bumping in their rooms
The corpses screaming in their tombs
These melodies impend our dooms

So demonize the slit wrist shows
Aborted fetus cries we chose
Cacophonies of ****** crows
In walls of death these songs enclose
Our crucified unholy prose

The sons of fathers' sinful seed
The victims of indulgent greed
The slaves kept bound in chains you read
Imbued with all their pain we've freed
Crescendos silenced by false creed

Now liberated we shall seize
You by your preaching throat and squeeze
And snap your spineless neck with ease
Crushing religious fallacies
With godless breakdown symphonies

I am the asymptote.
You are the curve.
This is the closest, and
farthest I'll ever be. With you
my life has been more than a system
of following rules and norms.
No matter how close or far we become,
you'll be charted in my mind forever --
Pictures, messages, letters, drawings, gifts, glances, smiles, laughter, and
memories. I'll always cherish
this part of my life, and
I'll never forget you, and
this imaginary  us.

I am the asymptote; you are the curve.
One day, maybe,
we'll bend the rules, and
defy gravity.
Come with me, and
let's head towards infinity

I saw you
after a long while and
just like before, my heart skipped;
all the noise became a murmur,
I ate my words, gobbled up my phrases,
and I can't finish anythi