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Creator of Lies

Rotten ‘n’ disgraced discriminate this world Fallen from sky keep spreading his wound Walking the earth, explaining the truth He showed us writings of twisting our worth Telling me he is from hell He is god himself Trapped forever Traitor angels, they...

Divination

Some day there will be another planet, oracle and sun, meaning of life won't be questioned people will be miracles. We already forgot what we are! HATE I hate all you people, your fantasies, I hate the very ground you stand on, your existence, I hate all...

Elephants in the Closet

like I have thrown up my heart on the inside-out still hanging from my mouth, look them down, flying 'cause they are beautiful, raptorial instinct by the closest ones. like I will never ever spell another letter all the screams are caged in now. Perfection...

Eyes of the Sickest

These are the eyes of the sickest In his sight there is no forgiveness The sickest bastard tells a story to justify his own glory upon the endless misery of the weakest Bastard son who loved his dad and he choose the same path, he wanted to keep the throne...

Fetal Ethanol

You are new around here, a total stranger to me Moved in and trying to live your life perfectly Are we equal - what we do normally?? break your shit, and try to ride with me.. ..buuuaa (throw up) It’s a fucking mess - total fucking disgrace. When we star...

Flying Spaghetti Monster

I’m flying and flying, I’m flying away I’ve reached the sky trying to find some pain I’m flying and flying, I’m flying away Now with this resting peace I am dead. Escaped from my saints, seeking for ecstasy I have suffered last time, ended divine. Extend...

Observing What Is Stored in the Subconscious

Bow to a servant, better than to your lord. I know your wishes but he’s so high, still it’s close, as real as serving you, and you’re afraid to lose the voice, words meant to be living I’ve been building for so long. Why would I ever tell you anything at...

Plastic Pelvis

Machines connected to one mind, controlling the afterlife. wireless connection in between the stainless organs, skinless, pinned through flesh, headless, decomposed. Scattered over thousands of quasi-independent thoughts still there is just an eye, observin...