Onward and onward they march
These automatons of flesh and bone
Seeking whom they may devour
Upon this ungodly hour

Onward and onward they march
This army of rakshasa
United not by flag or ideals
But by the monster within

Onward and onward they march
This new dominant species
Humanity's bones break beneath
The decaying feet of the ******

Onward and onward they march
These bearers of immortality
Time, thier greatest ally
Ignorance, their greatest enemy

Onward and onward they march
These ignorant beasts of burden
Infect and feed, infect and feed
Programmed into their minds

Onward and onward they march
Into the great unknown
Knowing not what they do
Knowing not where they go

Through the mist, guiding the passions, fading and breathing in, staining the walls with the smell, the dank fragrance, memories stick like fly paper, album covers, or ways of speaking, scents can be everything, shaping the way we remember, wafting in and chugging towards the center of something, perhaps for attention, for roominess, for attraction, on one hand the raunchy and the rancid, or on the other hand, romantic, only a very fine line between rustic and grutesque, create all these memories, a hybrid of sensualities work to create the memory, like a necklace worn all night, then left at the bedside, the lover inhales and again he is in heaven

onward onward, the sensualities creating our memories, good or bad,  but what about the expressionless? who have high ceilings, who don’t create memory?  who do not have sense? these have masks, masks meant for neautrality, masks made for actors moving through space, neutrality has its own unique sensitivity, diluted in sink water, smells like minerals, which makes us think of water, neutrality, the cleansing

onward onward, potent as **** in parks, sometimes you can’t distinguish between the potent plant and skat, and sometimes that can be difficult, dare to know the different strands, dare to be a master of wine, dabbling in notes that are sung with different feasts, wine, and bread, and cheese

taste, driving us onward onward onward, relativity, driven to the ends of the earth by distinctions, with fine lines, onward onward, sifting through the mist, attempting to get a waft of the best of it