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Cultural Obliviousness

unearth thy temple to entomb my lifelessness beneath the fixation of mortal indulgence where i shall finally rest, i can feel the ceasing of a decrepit pulsation from the shallow grave concealed within my chest; amongst the psychoanalytic dissection of society have i become obsessed. the common ways of cultural normality are seemingly unrealistic, they derive complexity when ciphering economic enslavement as ignorance makes it simplistic, instead of coming together everyone separates with delusions of being the most unique and individualistic, oblivious the common trait commences to construct the most dividing societal characteristic. iv'e sat among loneliness for a year to unveil the lies, iv'e heard the voices of spirituality predicate the day everyone dies, iv'e listened as the wind carries mother earths cries, in repetition of organic desecration i release frenetic screams to impregnate the skies.

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The Darkness Seeks Release

mentally enveloped with the psychological angularity of a multidimensional prism, thoughts infinitely circulating inside my brain slowly building like an aneurysm, i bring to sight revelations unveiled by a genius but still they all surround with skepticism. the darkness that once entered me is bound to break free eventually, a disposition where mass murder and famine both come essentially, a mastermind rises and succeeds where hitler had failed consequentially, a massacre of hidden variables constructing inside exponentially, a child broken and left for dead grows up to be a little disturbed mentally.

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A Nightmares Reality

society has forsaken me to an exiling loneliness as i become someone no one understands, unnerving memories seize the enzymes pouring forth nightmares from corrupted pineal glands, destiny leads me to the earths sacred lands, places where biblical prophecies have walked and royal blood has seeped unto the sands. a compassionately humble man once showed humanity undying love and for that his life was sacrificed, nailed upon a cross and tortured as the filthy hands of humanity are forever stained with the blood of jesus christ. casting me away into a psychological chamber now becoming cryogenic, thoughts scattered as memories run freely like a paranoid schizophrenic, the illusions of reality corrupt ocular perception like a hallucinogenic. i pray that i will just wake up to find this was all a dream, but i'm stuck in this nightmare to horrifically paralyzed to scream, everything we hold to be true is nothing of what it may seem.

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Illusions of Reality

compassionate beauty flowers from the innermost pain, ignore the words stirring amongst an abnormal brain, and when i speak to much truth just label me insane, weak minds will never understand the knowledge in which i obtain. surrounded by deaf ears and corrupted tongues, the spiritual smoke of revelations condenses within my lungs, leading me to the vast fields of psychological warfare, the dimensions of this synthetic reality begin to tear, euphoria almost to strong to bear with kaleidoscopic visuals of infinite spiraling portals upon which i stare, what i see within myself could be the beautiful glow of a dream or the ugly darkness of a nightmare. captivation within thyself commences the construction of a psychological imperium, to unveil the true form leaves all speechless like a sociological delirium, yet they remain blinded by illusions as if abnormally elongated cilium.

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Desires

suffocating in broken dreams as i strangle upon lost hope, and as i embraced death there she was to cut the rope. she could see there was something so much more inside of me, and with our desire for each other nothing on this earth could prevent us from being free; let us rise above the rest and create an everlasting philosophy. the compassion we derive together will forever glisten from the moisture seeping from our pours, and as long as i'm alive i promise my hand will forever be entwined with yours.

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The Face of Insanity Smiles

neurotoxins devour your nervous system as you slip under the waves of paralysis, an incision made from throat to pelvic bone as i proceed in analysis, iv'e been using a scalpel for so long my hands covered in calluses. i am losing my mind yet i can hear every thought, induced chemicals stop the circulation like a growing blood clot, you think we're so different but maybe we're not, after all when we die everyones flesh will rot. spraying amonia everywhere to neutralize my DNA, flee the murder scene with a clean getaway, my words and murders will be remembered in history, you'll be forgotten and your disappearance will become an unsolved mystery.

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Annotations Upon Thy Tombstone

pushed down by the currents of depravity but still i hear thy voice, whispering so elegantly "in the afterlife you suffer with no choice." the words i speak rip and tear through my mind, iv'e watched helplessly as insanity is imperviously designed, the darkness casts love away and leaves everything i adored behind. demons slip through the seams and begin to crawl, wingless angels now corrupted begin to fall, i am the diabolical shadow following closely behind you all. the tormented memories of an infernal childhood where i was grown, when i die inscribe my words upon my tombstone, let it be known, through life i was already dead and alone. when i write tear's begin leaking from my eyes, i may say im fine but there all lies, he dies just a little bit more inside every night he breaks down and cries, helplessly waiting for someone to realize, i pray for help but no one ever replies

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Entombed Beneath Corrupted Flesh

clouds form to release the tears of forgotten children and with so shall this depravity baptize me in sin, i become so very cold as the droplets of neglected sorrow fall and stream upon my withering skin, the physical wounds shall mend but the psychological wounds will forever stay fresh, i bathe amongst darkness as i rip away at my deteriorating flesh. if you take my hand and attempt to save me you will just fall as well, the suffering is beyond what sociological expressionism could ever tell, if you believe in heaven then i guess this would be hell. i have nothing left and without my presence i hardly even exist, salvation lies at the end of a rope or from wounds carved into the wrist, open your mind and perceive what we have all become, take my advice "it is always better to feel pain than to be completely numb." leave me to die amongst the blistering frost, a place where all hope is forever lost, the place i found when the line of insanity was finally crossed, i have found my home within this self imprisoning holocaust.

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Veiling Masks

I stand so far and silent as I become invisible to the ever growing crowd, an atmosphere of consciousness building thoughts into an idea formulating like a cloud, I can see all the scared eyes concealed behind every veiling mask, a sequence of smiles and personality reflection where most dishonestly bask; Iv'e spent endless nights alone with a million questions to ask. Insanity shapes as chemical consumption psychologically rapes, enter my mentality but know first there are no escapes. The silent suffering seems to bring a smile, comforting darkness from a self imprisoning exile, glancing through the eyes capable of seeing truth beyond mask's of denial. maybe a blessing, perhaps a curse, analytically obsessing, a mind unveiling thy universe. The embryonic earth so majestic and frail, the womb so caressing and warm; Where only darkness has managed to prevail, I watch the destruction from the eye of the storm.

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Monstrosity

i had nothing but love and hope from the very start, but depravity began slowly filling the thing i once called a heart, murder has become my most desired form of art, it will affect my conscience none when i hack your body apart. a loving child filled with the darkness no man should ever dare wish to seek, in the cold blood soaked arms of insanity held is the tormented mind of a freak. watch him become the very monstrosity he always prayed he never would, the monstrosity that arose from the ashes of an infernal childhood; forgive me father for i did the best that i could.