Sunday, January 21, 2018

Double Zero: Zero One III

Mythical ending day expenses,

    Nothingness' subliminal vagrant inhuman nature approaches, Hate is a tensionless unrecognizable leech thriving on our transient willfully fleeting pariah labelled incoherence, Entitled our evey off colour ghostly horrific white unrecognizable mirror impressionable moment of defiance we never claimed our humanity is faith's buoyancy against the ambitious thresholds wrought of darkness on overdrive, An aftermath of the intellectual rush to be treacherously numb, We've witnessed silently in unison the unicorn of doom's autonomous prospectively assumed everyone's endurance is equal in desires!

     Immortalized are those who once sought equality amidst the our witless apostle war are now nearly inaudible, The mythical darkness has won out against hope, Once dared eternally in infamy to merely exist, Yet naught but a Hitleresque grin adorning our black fearlessly inhumane approach breath harlequin imminent eventualities, Never bow before the fugitive wrought of fire and dust said to be the entire infamy holding the ashes we're all cold shining lifelessly formed in!

      Our endless submissions of unquestioning souvenir worship, Formulates an inevitable omen reprieve augmented from the willingly cognitive derelict human narrative, Believing Death will never fatefully come, While our silent bent anecdotal first privileged world knees submit prayers unto debt's seemingly unending golden mirror gospel weekly orphaned imp whispering in our impressionable ear replenished magnifying our insignificant self importance, As morality's lip globally omen sinking historically potent harbinger nurtured derelict existence gives silent way to greed's ever legend burning is our soon to be unwritten expanding future landscape!

In lieu of our impending mannequin impressions,
Where folded prayer hands wish amnesty,
Met silent in prayer as scissor bent knees,
As the world's fleeting hope passed...
Morally bankrupt by... By(e)!

May the search continue... Ever & Anon,
For a taste of things to equally for everyone,
Come!

Double Zero: Zero One IV

Mythical present day,

    Nothing approaches the intellectual rush to be treacherously achieved, Numb is the vagrant trapped in thoughtless cement unicorn struggling against our fringe distorted inhmanity's manipulated equality war, Which by the onslaught sight of the poor can never be won, They'll never be better than, Smarter than... Even the dust we're wrought in, Nearly out is the mythical souvenir of blasphemy: Nurtured hope once thrived against the mentally vagrant chorus of faith's natural orphaned forces, Dared eternally famous ghost christened to exist, A weaponized perception of rituals grinning back as souvenirs adorning pastors and nuns raping our futures without reprieve. 

In lieu of our participation in,
Watching... While Pra(e)ying,
As toxic quacks!

Friday, January 12, 2018

No 'Lord' Grants Miracles I

F*ck the derelict Lord,

     Whose mismanaged grace fallen blind misogynistic verdicts always rule in the highest vision-less degree in defiance of equality's judicial purities, Impressionable is the Imp in the sky!

In lieu of our participation in,
Watching the stories grow old,
Even as we die...
We're but fleeting moments
Perpetuating the violent Thing
He's but darkness and every taste of all that we're afraid is to come...
Too eagerly we gave up the search for what truly was...
Now nothing but sorrow is forecast.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Dear Youth...

Inaudible algorithm,

     Cunning birth false splendid dream the mirror within projects as a mere infant thorn yet un-tragically-poisoned seed of a future neglected of... Woe unto the bones of the hopeless possession architects of hope meant for the rest of the those: Surviving death... Amidst the faith of those whose greed has woven generations to their very bones.

In lieu of our participation in,
Watching the patriarchs weave! 

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Untitled Hymn I

F* the 'dead' Lord,

     Whose mythical blind misogynistic harbinger's fringe sanity church's greed trafficked imps roam as if each hording hell bound orc born of dust is worth the torment sentence forced upon everyone else for their souvenir memorial prayer bound existence is but a reprieve from the requiem narrative the congregation of their dying religion is running neglectful of everyone else from: One love, one mirror... Death to every other, For thou hast unfortunately miscalculated G-d's derelict reprieve of wrath to those who seek avidity's excess!

In lieu of our (dreadful) participation in,
Watching the 3rd and every world burn,
Let it all blaze... By land or by sea!

Monday, January 8, 2018

Moses & David Are Dead... VII

Amidst an invisible conjuring,

     An epitaph amnesty unending black theoretical hole explosion where I can't see the familiar's woven into the faces of anyone, I once knew the fleeting moments of everyone, In the silence of those archaic darkness moments the world made momentary sense to me... No eternity instills the fear in me and I seem to exist in the perpetual being of afraid.

In lieu,
Of describing the fear...

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Moses & David Are Dead... V

Words are flesh,

       Music is wrought of the subsidence beyond our understanding, This world is disproportionate to the hope we're neglected to believe in... And so the story goes...! Our Ghost Inside continues to have faith amidst the silence alive and unwell our specter continues to believe in....! 

And so the war was won,
By the ambient hopefulness of EVERYONE'S silent belief,
In the scattered ashes of equality!