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I was a no name worker bee Yet I had a million bees all working for me I was a caryatid, house wife, never had the life of a queen Stole my honey from the wasps with the wax in their wings I was a comatose burn victim I could hear the nurses whisper sanctum sanctorum! They fed me nutrients and cleaned my ****** They either didn’t care or they didn’t think I could hear them I was alive when the lightning struck But I was dead by second, to survive my luck I wasn’t anything special I was a mass produced individual They had no names worth knowing They had no future where they were going And I never thought twice about what I did The quiet megalomania of a caryatid And then my patience turned to rampage I took a page from Genghis Khan I wanted the roaches gone I hatched suburban escape plans Because my angst was delayed A generation late & afraid Now in the presence of the gods and goddesses And in the confidence of infinite this is Another power grab a singularity Another force to fight reverse polarity I’m all about the lust and not the wander I am the lingering presence of a long goner I’m here to clarify the **** of daughters The spider stink in the breath of fire If we could **** for utility instead of a performance to showcase our species’ ability Then we’d be hunted by viruses The gods and goddesses with the instinct to extinct humanity Chaos is healthy, its part of reality, essential to symmetry, like night is to day When life is weighed on a pendulum Like sanctum sanctorum The delicate faberge There isn’t anything to bother with on top of the monolith I’m shouting mantras from the mountain peak There isn’t any time to practice with a modern creation myth A lullaby in a language I don’t speak
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
mantras from the mountain peak
I was a no name worker bee Yet I had a million bees all working for me I was a caryatid, house wife, never had the life of a queen Stole my honey from the wasps with the wax in their wings I was a comatose burn victim I could hear the nurses whisper sanctum sanctorum! They fed me nutrients and cleaned my ****** They either didn’t care or they didn’t think I could hear them I was alive when the lightning struck But I was dead by second, to survive my luck I wasn’t anything special I was a mass produced individual They had no names worth knowing They had no future where they were going And I never thought twice about what I did The quiet megalomania of a caryatid And then my patience turned to rampage I took a page from Genghis Khan I wanted the roaches gone I hatched suburban escape plans Because my angst was delayed A generation late & afraid Now in the presence of the gods and goddesses And in the confidence of infinite this is Another power grab a singularity Another force to fight reverse polarity I’m all about the lust and not the wander I am the lingering presence of a long goner I’m here to clarify the **** of daughters The spider stink in the breath of fire If we could **** for utility instead of a performance to showcase our species’ ability Then we’d be hunted by viruses The gods and goddesses with the instinct to extinct humanity Chaos is healthy, its part of reality, essential to symmetry, like night is to day When life is weighed on a pendulum Like sanctum sanctorum The delicate faberge There isn’t anything to bother with on top of the monolith I’m shouting mantras from the mountain peak There isn’t any time to practice with a modern creation myth A lullaby in a language I don’t speak
#god#symmetry#individuality#goddess#singularity#dualism#cockroach#polytheism
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
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