Mandible claws scratch at us, clawing for our nerves as they sever and we remain unborn. Obstructing progression, narcissistic self-denial of this wasteland home. Darkened shrines of malformed egos proclaim falsities as life. Some starved few remain, blistered by hatred and evil within themselves. Eyes see little but succulent flesh, the hungry man must feast. All is read but much is unreceived. Unintelligible knowledge; books for blind and tapes for the death. Scraping doors to some future, unimaginable and horrible, through solid walls of malignant distrust. Those below miss the point and terrible, corrupt beings above, blunt it. Is this a rhetorical question?
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Misanthropic beings of doppelganger form snitch to their Gods of engines. Raped lives, sordid hovels of souls unbeaten yet last and those mandibles scratching away, pulling you further into the abyss. One step up, two dray you down screaming, crying, weeping and ashamed. Pain passes, crass memories of selected torturings disappear but the shame is your own, for you drag your sick self down the beaten path to questionable hells. Machine peace with machine pieces kept by the man with the uncleansable key. Black, communications pass. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. What doesn’t make you stronger kills your mistaken self. Denial takes men as they create its fetish form. Following form stenches received, fear arrives to feast on your waste, your unwanted child of passionless remorse. Hell is a heaven created by those who are scared, to remember, scared to forget. Unquenchable thirst for winding mutations brings you closer yet too far to help. Would you anyway, for your own collapsing self? Above and below are one understated self, be you on foot or crushable head. Your love is what you despise, despite tears of frustration. Change it yourself are cease groaning. Brave men show baited fear in barbed eyes as cowards are sheep to the slaughter. Whims of fancy sew fumes of assassinated pyres. Rise through mirk to see what profanic forms burn, alight. You are the weak, it is your slave and our God. You love its power, yet that is over idiot you.
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