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38 Counts Of Battery
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di Pig Destroyer

To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds as your pick their faith from your Teeth. The obscene dance of your memories.What you touched and what you tore irreparbly screams in the chambers on the Cloth.In time perhaps something resembling guilt will finally devour You
Il tuo voto:
Long sleeved in the summer,again in our gray shirts,leaning against
Cinderblock walls,we even hide from the other prey,but as soon as the lioness comes we
Step forth and present our throats,hoping this time it will be different....
And then we bleed again
Il tuo voto:
While we used long fingernails
To carve epitaphs into the floor
You were scratching freedom from concrete
Living in a world of gamblers and murder victims
I walk these corridors knowing
Of the net beneath your defiance
Has become legend within these walls
And we sit in our cells and hope
You live enough life for the rest of us
Who did not make it out
Il tuo voto:
Young unicorns snatched from the impossible skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws.
I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty
like a hollow candy or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette i promptly extinguished
in a dead infection a desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers.
under your bare feet are only symptomatic of the monster i have become.
Il tuo voto:
Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation chokes me like a mouthful of spiders,
Crawling in or out i don't know but i kneel to the gods of nausea in moments
Of reflection upon what i stole from a fifteen year old girl and not even a
Thousand seasons of rain could wash my leprosy from her body.
Il tuo voto:
Single file lemmings
We prepare our mandate in effect simply
A testament to our gullability
With each pull of the lever
We lend credibility to an institution
Which we can only repaint
Never reconstruct our percieved power of change
So divided and spread so thin
So as to be rendered ineffective
If the collective voice cannot be heard
Then the collective wrath must be felt.
Il tuo voto:
While we used long fingernails
To carve epitaphs into the floor
You were scratching freedom from concrete
Living in a world of gamblers and murder victims
I walk these corridors knowing
Of the net beneath your defiance
Has become legend within these walls
And we sit in our cells and hope
You live enough life for the rest of us
Who did not make it out
Il tuo voto:
Late term abortion three decades late
Be sure to empty all ten commandments
Into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism
Can usher in the second coming of the coat hanger
Il tuo voto:
The trivial little things left in your wake
Are beloved terminally infected limbs
It is not the firing squad
But the blindfold that makes us tense
Loss of perfection leaves no cause
To persist in searching
Leaving me longing for the day
That finally smothers all hope
Il tuo voto:
Experimentation as roadblock
Let us halt the goose-stepping
Of their absurd sexual revolution
Please explain the fascist math equation
For converting first person worship
To third person lechery
And show me the god who is making you stretch
Our preferences across your moral chopping block
Because I would so love to cum in his motherfucking face
Il tuo voto:
Entrenched in a cult
Where you are assured that two and two is five
Your twisted crosses and perverted religions
Cannot mask what is simply a holy war
Of aryan penis envy
Learn to take your pride from the depths
And not the surface.
Il tuo voto:
Seeking to expand the sympathy collection
Self-esteem should never be parasitic
And stagnation should never get comfortable
Anxiously awaiting the answers with refutations
At the ready marionette of circumstance
You need to see beyond the walls of your petty little diorama
Il tuo voto:
The trivial little things left in your wake
Are beloved terminally infected limbs
It is not the firing squad
But the blindfold that makes us tense
Loss of perfection leaves no cause
To persist in searching
Leaving me longing for the day
That finally smothers all hope
Il tuo voto:
Single file lemmings
We prepare our mandate in effect simply
A testament to our gullability
With each pull of the lever
We lend credibility to an institution
Which we can only repaint
Never reconstruct our percieved power of change
So divided and spread so thin
So as to be rendered ineffective
If the collective voice cannot be heard
Then the collective wrath must be felt.
Il tuo voto:
Short wave dictator
Launches the blitzkrieg upon your frontal lobe
The unexpected siege of the fortress
Thought impenetrable
"World peace" just a few elusive frequencies
Away for there is no enslavement
More absolute than unconscious enslavement.
Il tuo voto:
Archaic bureaucracy doomed from the outset
Bloated and hedonistic
Invincible and inert
A bedridden monolith of uselessness
We lack the fortitude to pull the plug
Unable to envision our lives without it
Instead we maintain a two hundred year vigil
Praying for a miracle of some kind
Not realizing that every day of mourning
Is also a day of regression
Social evolution is neutralized by antiqued tradition.
Il tuo voto:
Entrenched in a cult
Where you are assured that two and two is five
Your twisted crosses and perverted religions
Cannot mask what is simply a holy war
Of aryan penis envy
Learn to take your pride from the depths
And not the surface.
Il tuo voto:
I am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism with fingers up the back of my
Shirt sifting through the well-camouflaged maggots flakes of your urine taste.
Like fairy dust when i allow my tongue to betray me I consider myself lucky
To be destroyed by such elegance.
Il tuo voto:
Late term abortion three decades late
Be sure to empty all ten commandments
Into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism
Can usher in the second coming of the coat hanger
Il tuo voto:
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