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My body is nothing more then a machine That eventually works to feed the brain system A stem from which to drain Alcohol or altercating substances Please live without a need for need recognition Or a stance to bleed in some form or another For this is another list of words destined to be Destined to be lost amongst others How terrible am I...

It is, a time to forget how This may be a, time to remember, what makes me ill It is, a rhyme that may not fit well Fit well tomorrow, when I awake, from tumultuous dreams I am a server until the day bottles run dry Another moment while I wish for arid sunrise Please lay the day as the night was spent running the thrill I know of living just as the prey knows of the kill And still This poet feels the pain Each time he writes, another "I" In each of the sentences left now to type Leave him to dry Please leave him, dry How ironic I play, on third person and stay Within boundaries that lay, on the outskirts of frailty I am kept inside a mind

You need, to get away I need, a place to stay No treaty, to persuade A change, of our pace Dialect, sought and found I'll trail, the earth around No place, I belong Every bed I've known was wrong Go ahead, take your leave It's a choice, you may lead I don't, have the mark Go leave, depart, embark Something soft, ceiling bound No street, no traffic sound Something solid, will not fray I just want a place to stay

The worst part is how everything I feel is the worst part. The first wart fizzes on the last thing I recollect. As I'm thinking. I think upon the worst parts and the first parts always. Thinking seems like pathways along horrendous being. Sightless seeing. Maybe I'll try to say a part. Maybe I'll stop to depart. Life is long enough without, art. There to remind me I'm still living. How dreary... I am weary…

 The sound doesn’t make perfections. This can’t be right, for it denies my inability to understand perfection. It is, a crime. This is punishable! Why hasn’t stable law corrected this faulty sense of sound! I shall make a report myself, in deliverance. I will start from the middle of this beginning. This beginning of course corresponds with a middle. There was once an intersection, upon which spilled the blood, guts, and ear innards of compositions. Before these streets many unstable reverberations drunkenly celebrated in oh such a mess of youth. Three compositions met, as banshee cries emerged from sewers below, and a true

I think the end of my drink Means the end of adventure At least in drink I find the unrest of activity Meaningful This is a wave A new old sense established So that you may know Your own sense of Misspelling

Failing out of boredom Moving through the sap Slowly inching forward As my stains overlap Feeling for a surface Hands wisp through the fog I do not stumble beforehand Straight from pride to fall Maybe someday crossed A smirk will give the tale It was a lag that lead The boredom and the fail

The introduction of unified evil A group that is known for unyielding presence Predating galaxy as feet upon the ground Counter to the holy we may have worshipped Inspired from the holy we have worshipped Created as the unholy we have whipped shit Known in past as the lesson feared by mention Destroyed as faro for technology inspires Devil in the details Forgotten in the details Known as those in detail Mark your ship as detailed For these worshipers, as they may travel They know themselves, as punks for no retail They sell to know one, and buy on whole sale The devil worshipers, outlived the original, travel And so, here we are

This is an ancient era A time where expanse machos change in ship rate architecture This is the satan's wether Matched against potential enemy or gigot star ship dreams Do you choose to acknowledge A future where a devil exists A cut of meat on star sweeps Lamb of the innocents deep freeze, deep This is foretold forlorn A moment when the excess is a lamb upon the vacuum's void Where the devil loses A moment far from light and yet the darkness doesn't know a strength Do you choose to abandon A future where a devil exists A cut of meat on star sweeps Lamb of the innocents deep freeze, deep