Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
You were made in the end
In the end, will there be noise
Or bloody hands gripping
Paranoia while the stench
Of human decease rises like
Heat in the thick of winter?
The hole you spew lies from
Quivers and shudders as
Maggots bore through to your soul.
They burn like a fire,
And you are released to an
Aggressive dream in which you lie,
Comatose while the vultures feed.
While your body is made cavernous,
You subdue reality and bring
Forth your sacriligious tongue to
Burrow you from certain abstruse
Truths that parlay your death.
A few minutes more, you are null.
Your gamble is lost, a hollow
Sycophant still starving for that
Last sinful swallow of air.
You were made to get ill.
You were made to become rotten
In a pine box lest you should
Become black ash and travel the
Lands till you disappear.
The malignant night pours over
The scourge of our world as
Dreamers dive deep into delirium.
11-17-09
Or bloody hands gripping
Paranoia while the stench
Of human decease rises like
Heat in the thick of winter?
The hole you spew lies from
Quivers and shudders as
Maggots bore through to your soul.
They burn like a fire,
And you are released to an
Aggressive dream in which you lie,
Comatose while the vultures feed.
While your body is made cavernous,
You subdue reality and bring
Forth your sacriligious tongue to
Burrow you from certain abstruse
Truths that parlay your death.
A few minutes more, you are null.
Your gamble is lost, a hollow
Sycophant still starving for that
Last sinful swallow of air.
You were made to get ill.
You were made to become rotten
In a pine box lest you should
Become black ash and travel the
Lands till you disappear.
The malignant night pours over
The scourge of our world as
Dreamers dive deep into delirium.
11-17-09
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You were made in the end
You were made in the end
