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Apr 2017
This heart
this heart
this heart is black and broken,

these lips
these lips
these lips choked upon words that can't be spoken

In space things seem distant,
a bloated biblical womb of belief -
chemical confusion, twisted violence and illusion

our God is nothing but a thief

God's sinful monkeys and alien babies
fed with drugs and frothing with rabies

what's black and stains the most sordid of lies
a torrent of angst, a thousand children's cries,
some lucky, some born survivors
others born to die from the disease their body harbours

for you were my mechanical example, no use but lust,
living a lie in this world so ******* devoid of trust
as death lurks around us, inside our closets, beneath our beds
the tendril of insanity curdles our pathetic heads

God's sinful monkeys and alien babies
fed with drugs and frothing with rabies
stealing newborns, fresh blood to medicate
creating new Gods to **** upon and hate*

and now I sit here in my little tin capsule above Earth
an Alien among my kind, such is open-mindedness' curse

when the days burn white and there's nothing but eternal numbness,
you wonder if it would be easier if you were six feet under.
Lexander J
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Lexander J  21/M/Lives In The Shadows
(21/M/Lives In The Shadows)   
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