Damaged Passive Backseat Demon Engines

righteous psychoticness, painting a

portrait of pain open out, spilificate,

with the weight of distress feeling

gutless you stain cant do anything

rightbut

fuck up.



appetites building persistence,

resisting temp fate, block the line? spill

it out till it stops run as fast as u can

show anonymous victims to free

falling flight



basking in pools of the

bleeding, suppliers, desires turn passive

back seat demon engines, run fueled by

persistence, extinction drives reasons

away from pure life.



falling free down beside, underneath

where it hides disbelief as can be, as

machine bleeding free, killed by

satayagrahi now its free being me

barely woken, awake-up



lust in psychoticness tainting that

urge, restraint, taunting tamed by

beating time beat time blockout

memory blank history face, time and

place, kill, forget, erase compiled

complex of regret deny whats felt as

soul as second thought kill as in the

womb.



lust in psychoticness, urge restraints,

yes

men

taunt the sane, block time, wipe out

memory

nothing ever mattered, limil keeps, find

away, silence pays, hearn say.



born bonded blood of the murder

messiah, suppliers fill bloated

hateseeds

ovulation, spun shells of the new born

submission to social stigmatyrs for

life.



rotting in the heart of retrospect

of anxiousness erect 2 disconnect

to disconnect the self from memory

and animate the cells re-energy

survive, revive

stimulating life, immortalize.

The inner selfish victimized,

contradictory self, please the enemy.



what has ever mattered will it benefit

an end, all thats gave, unorchestered

assimilator shedding free another

layer

o skin

slicing thru digging out the rot of

incapacitys inadequacies

cut into umbilicalous parasitic life

locked into / re repethion / that

nihrist

ambition



beating out the will of rhetorical

overkill, brought down hard

scold, benevolent, will it ever matter,

nothings ever relevant.



disconnecting human energy,

wasting ammunition on respect

tap into another source of X.

why, suicide is birth and life is death

(of memory) the punishments a self

inflicted gripe

imitator, pistol type

contradict, survive, bleed the enemy.



nothings / ever / mattered / will it

benefit the end
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