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apex homunculus
02:45
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Created in the shame of an idea
Projected from the brightest storm
Vilifications spit
from immaculate form
Lame in thought, louder than thunder
Dire for dire’s sake
hard times burn, hard times burn
a solitary strength
The hurt of the world
sneering in smoke and bile
Dunce-army of freedom
burning books for inner-truth
There is a wicked light – in the pious, limiting bright.
The new age, contention is here
No one is fallen, nothing is sin
Immune to nothing, cry yourself to cinders
Imperfect as I am
As hurt as we are
Paradise, in contradiction
I exhale to silence
Athenaeum ablaze, a mad dance for post-truths
Fetishizing apocalypse, unwilling to brace the wheel
Even Christ himself would spit
Upon his own cross if he saw what you’ve wrought
And the sieve begins to widen
And the mind begins to narrow
Dunning-Kruger, infant-stupor
Swallowed by the flow
Your faultless, pure, deathly visage
Yet I cannot arbitrate
And it’s hard not to feel
And it’s hard not to hate –
Dividing ourselves into prisons,
with keys and picks sprawled
like ignored gold along the floor
I only know that I do not know
I only know, in a world of knowing, that I do not know
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burial gift
04:01
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Quiet guilt, an agreement of night
“Warmth is mine, what’s right is right!”
Her humid trap – it feels like Hell
You cannot dictate, what I’ll never feel
I’m sorry my body, we’re cold again
There’s a love I want to feel, but it’s not here
I’m sorry your urge to use, I’m sorry I agreed
Man from a boy, man from a boy
A pig from birth, unclean and coy
Loathe my body, I fuck to escape
A man is a man but no one talks about rape
And we try to speak about poison
Unbeknownst to the poison in ourselves
I lament the inadequate things
That drew us together
Arousal, Arousal, Arousal!
Arousal, Arousal, Arousal!
Arousal, Arousal, Arousal!
Through your body, I hate my own
And I struggle to give these contraventions a name
Unsure of what to feel in these half-hearted anxieties
Staring at a tunnel of ceilings, present but not present
Filthy inside you, but nothing left inside of myself
Walk with me through the valleys of nothing
And it hurts to know
Pacifying
As it is unnerving
Uncertainty
That all of the good
is slain by insatiable - lust
Torch every inch of skin that can fuck
Born again, I erase your touch
You took everything
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