Saturday, April 30, 2011

fucked warrior
draws rusted memory blood

(distant history sword rips time-sinews
tears through the stifling womb of
pre-programmed sunrise high)

money-magic-miasma-machines
powdered teeth stucko facades
tast of acid metallic dreams

How much should we charge to advertise the fall
of man inside your visions as you sleep tonight
death-colored garments hide the skeletal
intentions...

Drum roll (rattly snare)
Taps on the bugle (off-key)

Wake up to another fantasy
one where you are sure to be the master
take a hammer to the thing
hammer of the god's

break the ice & the dam
the flood is only cleansing
survive
(don't die again)
survive this time
(don't die the millionth death)
save her this time
(don't loose grasp of your angel again)
she is summoning the heavens for
you

let her in this time
through the twisted wreckage
the damaged valves,
corroded pahtways

the burnt cartilage
(let her light inside to heal the
broken places)

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