1. CONCATENATION

A stale organic cage
Incarceration
I’m in the stranger: Me
The user of my face
Beneath its guise I rot
A paradox in terms
Interconnected, fused
My words are its thoughts
I now share my self with my reflection
Straining to divide our twined formation
Duality within singularity

Coalescence done, the merging complete
The sentence carried out
The confluence, our interwound flows
Surges not to be fused
In this mental cage we absorb our selves
The only certainty is my suffering
My mind in constant pleas
For an end to this concatenation
A struggle all in vain, we’re both the same

Plug me in, reconnect me to my self
Plug me in, reconnect me to my soul

Gone are all my hopes, all my vain illusions
Deceived I dwell in me. In the core of my agony
I fade in this duress. I’m weakening
The one who claimed my front
Is now the claimant of my soul

Into the core of self, the neuro-axis
I fade within the fading core of self I am…
Gone-bound, lost, away, phased out, non-existing

2. NEW MILLENNIUM CYANIDE CHRIST

I’m a carnal, organic anagram
Human flesh instead of written letters
I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise
I replace. I’m reformed
I eradicate the fake pre-present me
Elevate me to a higher human form
The characters I am, made into a word complete
Then I’ll be the new norm
Self inflicted fractures
I replace my bones with bars
Aluminum bleeding oxide
The drug of gods into my pounding veins

My receiving eyes exchanged with fuses
Blindness induced to prevent destruction
Ceramic blades implanted past my ribs
To save me from the dues of inhalation
I tear my worldly useless skin
Staples to pin it over my ears
Non-receptive of ungodly sounds
I disable the audio-generators of fear

Hexagonol bolts to fill my mouth
Sharpened to deplete the creator of all violence
Without speech their will be no deceit

Baptized in vitriolic acid. A final touch
A smoothing of features
Completion of the greatest art
To cast the godly creatures
Humans, once astray. Made divine
Stripped of congenital flaws
We’re incandescent revelations
In a world of darkened forms

Disciples, come join with me to save a failed humanity
Follow the god of cyanide into the new eternity
Behold: A sacrificial rase a cleansing worshipping of pain
The new millennium christ here to redeem all from lies

3. CORRIDOR OF CHAMELEONS

We’re the carriers of a new anomaly
Fold, unfold. Bend, shift color
Always turning our backs to the wind
Deaf to the inner voices screaming
Purpose, profit, act only to gain
Blistered tounges from licking greedward
Taste the enemy. Throw up their means
Swallow the bits that fits your needs

Keep your eyes searching in all directions
Scanning for opportunities
Off you go. Begin your climb
Aim for the topmost twig of lies

Put on a shape to pass undisturbed
Pick a color to blend with surroundings
Choose a voice suiting
Appropriate for the never benignant purpose
Spin your eyes to read the court
Smoothen your path before the start
Even out, fill the holes
With the toxic clay of your rotting heart

A contagious neuro-ego-disease
A virus sticking to liars
We’re the self-centered fuel
To boost the new strain of fire
Adapting, shifting, lacking opinion
Our numbers exceeding the billions
Everly walking among ourselves
Down the corridor of chameleons

Continue through the skein of boughs
Navigate to keep you straight on track
Make the right ramification-turns
Conceit will be your allied guide
Climb the hierarchy ladders invisibly
Veiled by the canvas of putrid dreams
Every obstacle surmountable
To the clouded vision you’ve conceived

Scan the wall of truth for cracks
Your prey: The secrets hiding therein
Feed upon its nourishing intestines
To bring you forth in the ‘game’
With every single step taken
On the road of games called success
There’s a fee for every lie
The currency: Your dissolving integrity
Will you make it to the top of the tree?
Is the fortune there to be found?
Chameleons are a short-lived breed
Maybe fate will find you dead on the ground