Enemy How deep should I hurt thee Wounds always fresh Dagger at the ready Enemy Who sent you to steal my sanity. Enemy You left the cage door unshut Now allow me to introduce you to my beast Enemy Your pain will be my Rebirth. Once upon a time I could not spell the word enemy. Now I have a date with you One day.
Dreamers Schemers Anarchists Nihilists Forgotten children of London Switzwerland Shake yourself awake From your shackles Awake from your long slumber Kick open the ceiling of your graves More to burn today Than the year 1890 catch I just flipped you a boxfull of matches Michael bakunin at the cemetry gate Barking Hear his wolf scream A call to arms Time of no government is here Free yourself from the taranny The terror of government Of minister Of head of state I met a man who kept that guillotone shining So when this moment arrives From dust it will emerge to redefine our path Once again Its long since we the people Saw a caviar filled Wine drenched Head Rolling in the piazza Dreamers Schemers Anarchists Nihilists Forgotten children of London Switzwerland Shake yourself awake Awake from your long slumber Kick open the rooves/ceiling of your graves More to burn today Than year 1890
They’ve burnt the earth To rolls royce around Showing off their ill gotten gains Impostors .
The earth is on fire You next Trust me Their conspiracy Stewing since the first bank note was printed Their machines are here Soon You are surplus material To be sacrificied At the alta Of 1% Their twisted nirvan
Stoke your own fire avoid conflagaration Send the blaze To their overrated parlament
I got an sms the other day While on a tube from picadilly to london The Barbarians are also coming . Don’t be left behind Great grand daughter of the true humanist The anarchists.
They broke my camera Scarred my ego Nose bleeding Confidence gone walking Found these words At the corner of pain and regret. Now ******* rage Fucken philistine Uncle to Mediocre Cousin to ignorance Son to heedless Imbecile stay on your lane Learn maybe you might. Re read And bow to superior logic
A foreign program accessed my brain last night. It morphed me the whole of me into a malleable dreamy virtual world of my choosing. I am no longer me as me I am uploaded. my consciousness is one with the network. I am data. Wondering around as a program I am no longer me as me I am an imposter of me.
My subjective reality ended ended the moment my consciousness was extracted.
A foreign program accessed my brain last night. It replicated my human hull I am trapped in my own whatsover
I see a calculation inside of what used to be me it reads Consciousness is abstract immaterial and non-transferable. I wonder is that why we might never be able to overcome death.
Large number of people dead in server crash families of the expired encouraged to reclaim their codes. Messages to be sent as dreams to the dearly departed informing them of their accidental expiry.
Broke up with her in 90’s She taped over my Counting Crows VHS unplugged it was Never knew youtube will be here one day I saw her the other day maybe i overreacted
he is having a adventure of a lifetime with every move he conjures he is the soweto dancer white supremacy on his throat and ***** he still moves he's kept that secret space inside secret no lynching of a thousand black bodies can untie his bond to his gas he is of this earth for he moves so seamlessly with it he is the black dancer that has dazzled time and time again he is from brooklyn ouaga bahia soweto kingston Marseilles abuja he is the black dancer motion his breath expression his concubine juju his solemate he is bojangles storyboard p pantsula pantsula pantsula