I cant be in my own body
I try to escape myself
But my bones are prison bars
And my eyes are broken windows.
I want to be free of my mortality.
I want to cease to exist.
And remain
A dream.
Depression is just a word until you have felt it.
A smile is just a twitch if you don’t know what it means.
Bring me back to a more simple existence,
Or
Make
Me
God.
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Nature times two,
Mother and Human,
We exist beyond this dimension
In the color schemes of the old era.
We were forged long before eternity began.
Our former masters are now our gods.
As the temple makers,
We would wail as our backs are slashed.
As the new world emerges
We are on bended knees praying for mercy
A diseased growth of flesh on my throbbing temples
And sweat begins to bead on my forehead,
As the plague of god begins to possess me.
BOW!
TO THE GODS!!!
Let their wrath break your spirit.
Let their hells and purgatories
Become your every day parades.
Will you let yourself be smitten by
The hand of Bal?
Which circle of Dante’s hell
Do you belong to?
Falsify your gods!!!
Break your gods!!!
Become your gods!
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I am caught in my solipsism
And I cant function behind this belief
That this is all we have.
Even if that is the only truth.
I am starting to look at the world
On a molecular level.
Making my existence
Meaningless.
Who
Are
We
Now
Then?
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