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- obZen -

No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity
No wondering wether this is it
Clarity so brightly shining
The image so painfully absolute
No edges blurred on this awareness
No unknown weight to tip the knowledge scales
Eyes dilated to grasp it all
As every illusion of what we are fails
An unquestionable picture - determined, complete
It's chrystalline lines untouched by doubt
So vivid, so deprived of hesitation
Shining in its evil splendor
The burning hatred of man
A million degrees on display
Human voracity delineated
The demons in us all by fumes portrayed
Stare, see, take in, grasp
Comprehend, assimilate, behold your reflection
It's framing - Gold plated lies
The canvas - Hurting souls caught and weaved
The artist - The human dream
incinerated, devoured, deceived
Electric Red
Humanity peeled from our bones
Deprived of integuments that make us real
Shadows of flesh to maintain the system
Our own blood splashes as we kneel
So meticulously machined
into these obedient devices
- Puppets, finetuned submissive drones
Replicas of each other, clones
We're dormant accumulations of flesh
in a crimson filtered twilight
Mute witnesses to the game
Wrenches to keep the bolts of lies tight
We're the fabric concealing the stains
the red tainted existence
The gullibles to bless your sins away
Rags to wipe your blooded trails
Our minds give in to the atrophy,
to the twining of self-thought knowledge
The purpose of the human mind reviled
Everlasting ignorance realized
The scarlet flood inundates our powerless thoughts
Defenseless minds with lies overfed
Every thought stained, defiled
- Painted the color, the shade of electric red
Beams of fire sweep through my head
Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
Sensory receptors succumb
I am no one now - Only agony
My crimson liquid so frantically spilled
- the ruby fluid of life unleashed
Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
Their red pens drawing at random, at will
A myriad pains begotten in their wake
- The bastard spawn of a mutinous self
The regurgitation of my micro nemesis
- Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom
Malfunction the means for its ascent
Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul
So futile any resisting tension
As death-induced mechanics propel its growth
The implement, the device of my extinction
- The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
The definitive scourge of its mockery
- The end-art instruments lethality attained
Heed - it commands. Heed my will
Bleed - it says. Bleed you will
Falling into the clarity of undoing
Scornful gods haggle for my soul
Minds eye flickers and vellicates as I let go
Taunting whispers accompany my deletion
A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
- Chanting softly the song of depletion
The void clenches its determined jaws
A lethargic, careless motion to kill
Monstrous, prodigous, indifferent
Slow and deliberate its torturous skills
Its molars grind and shatter
Onerous, leaden bringers of hurt
Unhurried in its deadly intent
The undoer of all - Dense and inert
Its design perfected through aeons
Pure, immaculate, clean. Omnicidal God/Machine
Calm, precise ambition
Untroubled by the roar of unending screams,
the droning blare of absolute doom
- The downpitched moan of collapsing dreams
Composed, cold, unconditional
Uncompromising til all is death
Extinction, ruin - Its malicious cause
til the last exhalation of human breath
A state of perfection. Immersed in filth
Equilibrium obtained
Pure in devotion to all things unwell
This sweet Zen of our ill conition sustained
A new belief-system
Salvation found in vomit and blood
Where depravation, lies
corruption, war and pain is God

Harmony found in the sickly, the vile
Unflinching eyes, joyous and gleeming
Intense in their need to watch things die
A new belief-system
Salvation found in vomit and blood
Where depravation, lies
corruption, war and pain is God
Decay. Disgrace. Disgust - Our state of Zen
The grime of contempt and degeneration,
sticky, foul and pungent
- The sediment of our creation
We flourish in this bloodred soil
This Spiteful Snake
Reality - This spiteful snake,
rearing its ugly head
Venom dripping from its grin
as it tosses yet another obstacle in our way
If given a thousand years to collect,
to process, to portray
- We could never encompass the voracity
of one single day
Trapping us in its winding,
its closing malignant cycles
A tightening coil to bind us,
hold us tight in unforgiving embrace
Its all-engulfing jaws - Infinite, boundless
Biting down on the dying flesh of hope
Its fiery breath levelling, dismantling,
flattening, tearing down the structures of our dreams
Overcome, defeated
Terrified, shivering, mute
Reality is terror - This truth is absolute
Reality - This spiteful snake
- Shedding its smothering veil
- A shroud to asphyxiate,
exterminate, eradicate
Pineal Gland Optics
How come I shiver, hurt and bleed,
if in dreams I cannot truly feel
Who would dare say, who would claim
this hallucination isn't real
Synaptical glitch looking glass
So enticing, real and free of lies
Prodigious, omnifarious
It nourishes, it feeds my starving eyes
Artificial the catalyst. Organic its progeny
Voracious spectral ofspring - So sweet in its hunger
Unbound this new vision. Optical regenesis
So threatening, so complete in beautiful deformity
These authoritive visions order my collective senses,
my questioning, doubtful, rigid self to kneel
A Judas syndrome in effect - Former self the deceiver
Its denial the wretched kiss that kept this in disguise
Cast off - The conceiling veil, the rational cloak of doubt
Torn off - The restraints, the blinded's shackles
Burned away - The agony, the fear, the grief
A new set of eyes cleansed by a new belief
Drooling floods of led
Armed with distorded belief
Sharp munition spat from our minds
Malignancy-rounds, automatic fire
Black, acidic bile
Seeping wounds of shattered souls
Still not pissing out fast enough
to quench our thirst for it to bleed us dry
Vile, ever-menacing intent
Repulsive belligerance shot from toxic minds
Blatant disregard for all but self
Proudly flaunting the depravity of a race condemned, malign
Iterate. Repeat these my words
Recite the mantra of late:
- I will corrupt and impair
Vitiate, dispirit, debase, violate
Soul born with hateful intent
The deceitful spawn, descendants of lies
By the poisoned nails of history stung
If granted the will to injure
If granted the will to harm
- The blades of hurt inexhaustibly swung
Dancers To A Discordant System
Listen to the hidden tune
- The essence of lies in notes defined
As we dance to the dissonant sway
- The choreography refined
Will subdued and shackled
Reason washed aside
Pledging our love to the chains
Our ignorance ever-amplified
Blooded hands lead the waltz
We're trapped in the out of tune swirl
Still we set the show on continue mode
and dance to a discordant system
We accept the nails we're fed
- Lies sharpened to bleed us silent
Muted from the pains
Defiance employed in vain
Any attempts to leave the dance,
invisibly suppressed
Questions unasked, we learn the steps
- Eyes shut like all the rest
Unsuspecting, willing, blind, controllable herd
Pawns in a covert game conducted by hands we trust
Dominated, compliant and deceptable
Confident that we matter - We don't see that we're but dust
Committed to a lie we cannot see, cannot know nor comprehend
We're all asinine drones kept in the dark, kept in line
Confident, bereft of reason.
Withering in toxicity
- The deadly fumes of deceit
And we all reek of complicity
Humbled, brought to our knees
by the weight of our own guilt
Our nescient ways the catalyst
to injustice and inhumanity
We dance - To appease
Compete in stupidity
Obscured faces file our points
- Numbers fed to the machine
Still we stand in line for the next show
The human spine liquefied
What are we, but stupefied
dancers to a discordant system
We believe - So we're mislead
We assume - So we're played
We confide - So we're deceived
We trust - So we're betrayed

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