Are we only great when they say we are? Façades plague the airwaves when they hit the pavement. Let the flakes melt away when they hit the pavement. A deficit in plain common sense, It’s the same blame game again. Get this into your head, the same as it ever was, Promises, prophesies, empty and unfulfilled. Death threats, anxieties and tensions are elevating. Cower behind your justifications, and let the bullshit spew from your mouths. Creatures ascend to throne; they seize scepters tight. Clutching the crown, they crave the drug of control. The gods themselves now slain, yet the idols blaze. Is this the reign of man, or just another campaign? 2x Reveling in their dissipation, rooting in the filth of legislation, this is the reign of man. They sell fear like it’s flesh. Prescribing empowerment to the sick, it’s the oldest trick because power is an addictive sin. This is The reign Of man. What’s left of the decadence? We ring in the era of the duplicitous. Damn this continuance of shit grins. Stack the wall of corpses higher until they close us in. Cheat, deceive and leave the weak in ruins. Ring in The reign Of man with your shit grins. Applaud the acclaimed golden cow once again.

Chained and taken by batty hellions, tossed into a ditch, carpeted by scales and fangs, pitched-forked enforcers riding dragonback, and directed by the Angel in gold and black. Blocked within by the numbers and letters, scratched upon two stony walls, locked out of peace by bearded martyrs, who counsels their judgment calls? A man with a head in his hand philosophizes like Hamlet at the climax. The robes of crosses stand above. The skeletons sheltered down below. Perhaps, it is the feet above their herald heads beyond the borders of apocalypse, pouring rivers of blood, but who counsels their judgement calls? Beyond a smoking dome, under a bridge to drown, the souls now doomed to an inferno, forever bound. But where is the one who is to come? Shall He ever show His face before this day is done? Perhaps He arrived before our eyes for a second time. But, where is the one who is to come? Shall He ever show His face before this day is done? And, has he already left us under the morning sun? Forward through the abyss, where is the place to come? Shall we ever reach before this nothing comes? Any way now, this place could come down, obliteration. Forward through the abyss, where is the place to come? Shall we ever reach before this nothing comes? Any day now, this place could come down, obliteration. Nirvana postponed due to the lacking of funds, no outlet for salvation. No grounds planned for construction, are we waiting for a savior to come? Fuck no! I’m not letting go of the show; we’re taking control. The weight has been spread throughout this chaos; confusion spreads. Delirium drains the best of our heads. Sell ourselves short for the paperwork? Fuck no! I’m not waiting for any process. No respite left, look into yourself. My patience reached its end. I’m taking all that’s left. I’m making my own place; you’re either in or out. I have no patience left as we fall in from the abyss that has no end. I make my own self by slaying my own hell through the torment. Now in the hands of the Morning Star, it’s not enough to drown us now.

Heed my mark; we live to serve this cause. Despite all your resistance, all your fighting, we have you anyways. Dear children, Get behind me, Satan. Overwhelmed by the growling darkness, you return to your basic instincts. There is no escape from the epidemic. The black bile of Beelzebub was introduced into our bloodstreams. His growing flock of harmonious human hosts congregates at the eleventh hour. This coming storm grows with prolonged exposure. The hold - Pieces of you form me. Cast out. Cast out the cravings to the slime that holds your strings, and gather your light, organized, for there is strength in numbers. Collected, you can fight your own abduction. Expel all hell’s temptation with all the support. No, you will remain in this catatonic state, next to hell’s gate, where our agents keep tabs on your visitations. You are a spy for our damnation. The merge will be complete. Paranoid, possessions are at your doorstep. Beware, for the armies are families in your cul-de-sacs. We are communities lurking behind the shroud of skin, which snakes can shed. A dimension no longer barricaded bonds with your molecules. Burn the sage, and bless the good works. We have you anyways. Lines are crossed. Torment controls this realm now. We can’t remember when we gave in. We are emboldened to the bond. They’re chosen; get behind, Satan. There is no escape from this epidemic.

Steal your soul, and feast on your mind. Meat cleaver slips clean straight to your spine. Haunting dismay, my occupation, is what I’m payed for. Our job satisfaction guaranteed. The calling to carve out your face places me as the paid while earning my equity eating the lives of the depraved. Projects unbound, restricted from no sound, for we hold the mound. The spotlight can shine only so far; we surround its objects. Then, the light will drown. We are crawling in mud outside your success. We are scratching and clawing while you have no defense. We remain under the radar, waiting for the perfect play. Then we roll the dice when the time is right, and then you’ll feel the pain. Reign down all my hell. I am driven to expel your name. You are the men. We are the gods. Stolid, solid, we progress through monotony. Calamity cannot claim the caretakers. We embraced the game, claimed all the stakes. You should have realized we are biding time. As we climb the ranks, we’re banking on our own damn lives. Our job is to tear this shit up, and we’re moving on up. Our job is to tear this shit up, and we’re moving on. No wasted movement for every pawn will know his role. For every act you make we counterstrike and hold; we meet the call. We are crawling in mud outside your success. We are scratching and clawing while you have no defense. We remain under the radar, waiting for the perfect play. Then we roll the dice when the time is right, and then you’ll feel the pain.

You drift deeper down the spiral of your nightmares. Deception dominates perception. Incarcerated by your own design, you devise. The leech slithers upon your leg; his three anomalous jaws latch on, suck upon your fluids, and devour your entire being as you succumb. Indulge in the pain, the release of your agency. You cannot admit this is what you crave, lost and paralyzed, hypnotized by the disgust. You are traumatized by the eyes of a vampire, yet this is what you crave, deep down inside. Nightmare, night terror, hallucinations of death and despair, the cobwebs spun thick in dejection. Hope oozes out of the punctures. Dignity perspires throughout your pores. You’re defenseless. Do you want this? Awakened, you are more than the nightmare. Become the monster that you would fear, and take control of all that would harm you. Torment is only a tool that you may wield. Hold onto logic, and you grasp control. They flee from the calculated rage you compose. Depravity and transgressions dwell within all of degenerate, anxious souls. Nothing is sacred unless you deem it. Putrid senselessness will only take its toll, but anger can be controlled. Firmly grasp the hammer and forge the blade, with which to stab the leeches. Despoiled and bereaved by tentacular hands. Insectile retinas observe your insatiable body contort and concave. Unravel to face the tonnage they place upon your chest. Remain craven; the stoic state won’t keep you sane. Admonish and transmogrify to mortify the nightmares beyond their own design. Once again, awake in sweat and panting breaths swathed in the night.

We ascend from the chaos, rebelling from biochemical attacks. Exterminate their xenomorphs, hard-shelled parasitoid behemoths. A cold front comes, the impetuous storms containing sharp hail and sharper teeth. When this hoard of insectoid nuisance defiles, projects transgression, then exterminate them. Hold the trigger, continue to fire. Light up these maggots! Do not hesitate! We are one level, closer to Hell. Contra united: the mission to end the cause. Our backs to the wall, Mad Dog, lift the spray gun, we are closer to Hell. Scorpion, the target approaches! Give me some super serum, so I can massacre two hundred bodies per hour. There’s no time to theorize. I’m shooting off rounds like an arachnotron with eight legs of steel. I’ll trample those insects; I’ll make an ear necklace. Oh no! Hold your fire! We’ve lost our post! Go take cover! I’ve let this world down. There is nothing left to do now but submit. You must retreat while I admit my defeat. I’ll be handed over to those soldiers, so tell my kid that I was brave. Wish my baby all the blessings. Oh God, I wish I could be saved. But, tell my father not to wallow; I’m fine with the path he has paved. My mother worries for me to hurry. Forgive me; my next stop’s my grave. Do not mourn; it was a worthy journey. I’ve been through this hell. Now, the angels can take me away. Go on; continue to play this game.

Animals assemble! They are the consumers on two legs producing nothing for themselves. They stake the land as the head of their wretched domain. They have no niche except to dictate the plains. They are worthless. The stench of whisky lingers upon their breath. Now is our time, for the climate has changed. Factor the farmer has aged to his decrepit stage. -Apartheid for the animal mind- We shall no longer be left to pay. We shall work harder for ourselves and make our own way sane. Fight for equal standing and propriety where we decide our own destiny. Bring about a comradery when the animals break these chains and remain free. However, those of us with minds to keep must manage the less intelligent. Of course we shall all be treated as equals, but the rations are not all the same. It’s just the same as always. Now, you the laborers must build the windmills, and read our words as truth. For, we the pigs will raise the youth while you graze and harvest produce. Without question the humans shall try to take back what we now hold. We are the generals to defend against their attempts. Raise the flag, and sing our songs to celebrate our triumph. No matter how many times they demolish your efforts and strain. You will work harder. We are always right. For, I must work harder. For, they are always right. We may unleash the dogs at our own discretion. You know we do this for your own protection. Pull your weight until you’re sent to be slaughtered. For, we now stand on two legs as your almighty fathers. Four legs good, but two legs better.

Laws of time and space cackle distortion; fourth dimension breached. We plunged through realities, uncharted continents without the sycophants. Dismiss the dilettantes into the maelstrom of their own malice. The thermal fires from what has transpired among the self-imposed lacerations. Decoding the fabric, defiling bioelectric is qualitative to no one single design. For the last time, we hear predications of endless possibilities. Piety without a god is authority unto your self-existence that you have made. It’s so monumental, the lives that we sacrificed. It’s so monumental, the lives we sacrifice to climb this pillar. Heavy munitions, evasion’s advised; the five eyes trace our insides. The hydras arrive and sneer at our hides. Typhon collects our flesh and divides down to the atoms then reconstructs to his own devices. The screams permeate through a planet with no ears to hear. Now take this hollow strife, and find a reason to maintain some semblance. Never mind your insides are grinding. Contrivance combine with the will to define what is real and what’s behind. There is no time without the lines. Tech mechs propel us beyond quantum limits. Permeating the very essence of light, we internalize the darkness. It’s salacious, our hyper ingenuity. It’s so monumental, the lives that we sacrificed to climb this pillar, learning how to fall. Spiral down and down into our own design. Empiricism crashes down with its empire. It’s disdain for the feigning fashioned furnace that we call time. We smash the stone, reverberations go on throughout space and what was once called time. And, we wither within the wreckage of what was once called humanity. We wither within the depths and slime of what was once called humanity.