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Ode to the Conscious Mind
Walking a path torn from long buried sin
They trudge, heads held high, down a dark unlit alley
Heeding to the call of the unholy
In palms they hold the core of unbidden demons
From their mouths spew corruption as virulent as plagues
Vile exstincts justified by their exsistance
Perfection is a cloakk to cover their melancholy
Witness, convey the trueness of all nature
Their fists held high - "hear our kindred killer call"
Witness vile, filth and drink it with a fork
Some trip, some fall, others point the wrong way
Reincarnation of one another, biting pushing, flailing forward
Crying, dying - still chanting "Higher!"
Uncouth and freaky we creatures come hurtling forward
Melting plastic exterior and cold internal interior
Gaping abscess with the frame of man
See the bitter bullets, and know they lie
Grasping zombie like hands with hollow, incomplete eyes
No soul they slurry - "we are void"
Blathering bigots making comandments as they go
Following a song they do not yet know
Abject with their foolish reasonings and pride
No mind or will, revived by ancient dark art
Hail their rout as their martyr falls to the ground
Gibbering, groaning their scarlet hands held in prayer
They sacrifice it all for something far, far less.
They kill for creeds far beyond themselves
They will slay their own killing desires of present dreams
Never to admit to their fruitless chase
They all walk glooms road, the road with no penance
Dying for the cause of the Armageddeon
Yet they bless it with fear every day
Undeniably human, diabolic freaks of nature
Destruction their only name
Youth their only fame
