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"Want/Genesis/Hell of a time"



by- Nathan Summers (Submitted by- KrimznRose



Want

I want to taste the blood on your lips.
I want to give you a reason to die.
I want everything you won't give to me.
I want to be your devil.
I want to be your god.
I want to be everything you won't let me be.
I want to live.
I want to die.
I want to do everything I cannot do.
I want to be inside of you.
I want to hear you scream.
I want to be the one you love most of all.
I want to be in your nightmares.
I want to be in your dreams.
I want to be your one and all.
I want to watch you fall.
I want to watch you burn.
I just want to be you.

--------------------------------------- Genesis

The pen of dry human bone
scratches on the parchment.
For thirty years he has toiled,
for thirty years he has written.
A manifesto, really,
for the weak and lonely,
perfect sheep for him.
Just the ending left to write.
"I'll throw in some beasts,
and maybe some disasters,
yeah, this'll fly off the shelves!"
He writes the devious ending,
and admires his creation.
Three hundred pages of bullshit and lies,
with twine in the bind,
to sew shut the eyes.
His work completed,
he only needs a title.
He rubs the horns upon his head
and snaps his fingers in delight,
"I've got a title that's just right,
we'll call it the Bible,
it'll be out of sight!"

Hell of a time

So you want to save my soul?
What of yours?
Are you happy wallowing in self-denial?
Are you content to sew your eyes shut?
I may be on the road to hell,
but let me enjoy the ride.
Find someone else to save.
I don't give a damn.
There may be god,
and there may not,
its not for me to say.
I don't care what you
want me to believe.
I'm going to hell,
but I'm having a hell of a time.
So, crucify me on your cross,
I'll die for all your ignorance.
I'll die for all your lies.
I'll die for your hypocrisy.
Stick your face back in your book
and let my body rot.
I won't die for all your sin.
I won't die for your "god".
I have no soul to save.
All we are is
great big broken machines.
Electrical synapses all screwed up.
Chemical balance on the fritz.
There's no soul behind it all.
There is no god behind it all.
Just let my body rot.

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