| Heart Attack |
| It all started in a landslide of a moment. The sudden impact of a million traumas that live like fleas under your skin. But they all will hatch when the life of you is taken but given to make death and you feel it fading away and it started like that. I know you want it to be gone right now, but it only started this way. Stumbling around drunkenly across the land tries to claim all the object that it sees. Gotta get control. Try to take over this memory. Bleeding out of every orifice you make, and not ones made for you. Not like that open field connects anything. Useless, just like you feel useless, just because we all are other than the real. But we can never know, it will never be revealed unless the end of the cult is our goal. The goals that lead only toward the evil demon, or the robots, or another transformation, we know what is true. We don't know what's true at all, but we try not to find out, we try not to believe other than following the love of war. The love of hate. The love of Jesus. The love of the all great. Walking through the walls it's four-dot-dot-two-o all over again and over again and over again. But glowing light is permanently burned into the retinas of my eyes, just so I'm happy every minute of every day. Too bad the blood flows too fast, a raging flood water destroying the levies. Heart attack, everything ends with a quick jab in the face the pain is relieved. |
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