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Mij Mortsmloh
Mutterings: Hacked

varied ventings
A bunch of short poems, fragments, etc., probably the most interesting thing here...

Burned Eyes
Burned eyes blinded
Burned eyes bleed
Burned eyes gifted
a blessed release
Charred sockets beauty
ohhhh beauty be mine
vanquished light, shedding skin
dig in your claws...
LET YOUR NEW LIFE BEGIN!
see without sight the sound of perfection
cut your eyes and know my pleasure
sear the seam to seal the wretched
you were made for dereliction
you will pay for your indecision

(unfinished... the last two lines bother as out of place... I'm working on it.)


Untitled(Devicrusx the Unichron)

Seven mourning seekers gather, rally in the sky - Summon Devicrusx the Unichron who travels, guardian of time, unnamed beneath the murky depths, what horror soon arrives? Messenger is harkening the blackened skies arise. Mother Earth is calling me back to our primal stage and soon my kin and I, the cold earth now does save. An universe of half-formed thoughts, the Sleeper's endless eye, the blue planet's pulse, thickens and turns black, the sadness of the forsaker queen, a minor quiet smile, the mask of diplomats so weakly does conceal. The venom of eternity saturates our lives

(unfinished... actually i've already edited this a whole lot in my note book... but i ain't gonna update this right away)


33-6
thirty three six, bending rice into sticks takin' mace to the face an I'm pickin up the pace as I roll... bringin blades to the show, two-pack dead rats in my shoebox, bleeding pores breeding spores for a new pox, giving 'em a second chance, a last night to dance, a sidelong glance, as I'm lacing up boots ready to lose, whippin' rocks fold her box an I'm headin south... vagabond mouth-to-mouth ripping sure... and so it's not. toxice poultry on a chicken block, the wasteland and the street, such distance is a feat flip the switch in yer brain, kill the love and the pain and the stars, Mercy of a glass soul, fallen in a whole... pack of jackals runnin' the games, sight on the edge and effort in the rain, your gods wane, have you no shame, as I burn and leave some earth on this dirt. fucker, you don't know shit.

(uh... yeah)


Fuck mondays
Unpleasanlty Awake
This world has nothing to offer you
your dreams are fleeting and far between
you bleed daily for your tithe
for your forsaker queen
Do not weep,
for soon your eyes shall close

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