Sacrament

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

 

 

 

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nightlight1220's picture

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. "

 

Plagues's picture

Really sick read !.!

Really sick read !.!

SoulKritiC's picture

Bravo!

Bravo my friend, excellent write! I couldn't agree less!! 


SoulKritiC

HuliganFish's picture

Why, thank you.

Why, thank you.

missnecrosica's picture

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!

HuliganFish's picture

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! 

missnecrosica's picture

I know who my messenger

I know who my messenger is:

 

Hail The Myriad Formed Messenger!