Bang your head against the walls
And question your need for substance
Question your need of this material shit
While you decompose with every breathe
This era is coming to an end
So vile and disgusting
So utterly corrupting
Festering and accusing
You were never alone
You were never on your own
You were always told
When you'll die
Stop believing in this myth of life
They tell you about
Don't follow their lead into the deph
Of the knife
Just shed your skin and start anew
Just shed your skin and bathe in the spew
Ask for forgiveness from the sinful
And welcome the messenger
Just enter the labyrinth
That is the womb of god
They tell you to suppress your anger
They tell you to relax while they rape
And you just scream with eyes shut
You know you can't escape
Open your eyes for the first time
Breathe in the dirt
And inject the ink
Learn to understand
You were born to die
Thats why they always lied
Not just born to die...we are
Not just born to die...we are constantly dying from the time we are born. If people listened close enough, they will find life actually is binaural---but we are conditioned to think otherwise. Everything is actually happening at the same time.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Really sick read !.!
Really sick read !.!
Bravo!
Bravo my friend, excellent write! I couldn't agree less!!
SoulKritiC
Why, thank you.
Why, thank you.
please keep on writing!
I liked it! I believe we are Dead already, that is what the Messenger said. I hope we are talking about the same Messenger.
Hail Nyarlathotep!
The messenger
You can take him in any way you want. I wanted to keep a religious tone in this poem, so its up for the reader to decide who is his messenger.
Hail Cthulu!
I know who my messenger
I know who my messenger is:
Hail The Myriad Formed Messenger!