At the end of all eternity
Nothing lasts forever
All attachments will be severed
All of beauty will be weathered
At the end of all eternity

In the cracks of this refraction
Only truth is behind redaction
Wheel of life it has no traction
The effect is pushes action
Like braille to read a caption

Everything falls apart
Everything is crumbling 
Just give me a fragment to hold on
In the end all we really want it to be one
There is no stopping our division by the sum

The meaning of life has been lost in translation
The agonizing dread of separation
Is chaos every pattern’s destination? 
IIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN


Impermanence

Put a Spade On It

Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink
Slaughter slaughter everywhere but not an eye that weeps
Talking talking all I hear but not a word that speaks
Contemplation unaware there is not a thought that thinks

One foot in the door one foot in the grave
One man’s king is another man’s slave
One man’s lost loss is another ones gain

Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink
Piss and shit and trash a flare but not a fragment stinks
Wading through this dense quicksand but no one seems to sink
Like the wolf that looks in the mirror and sees that he is a sheep 


Iron Irony

Gonna shank the guards now
Gonna yank their hearts out
Gonna bend the bars out
Gonna spill the yard out
Gonna tear the walls down
Gonna watch if fall down
Burn it all to down
Burn it all to the ground

Take this prison riot to the streets!
Tear the judges out of their houses and stomp out all their teeth
Rip the system, we’re the victims 
Time to execute the beast 
Waving torches in the air screaming FUCK THE DEAD POLICE

Turn this prison riot to a peasant revolt
Scrapping this machine down to the last bolt
Power to the people equals power to the FOLKS
I want to see the leader’s head impaled upon a post
Then we will have a public recall and we will triple count the votes


Prison Riot

I’m a physical ghost
Trapped between cracking walls
I bear invisible yokes
Drag clear chains and iron ball

I’m a physical ghost
Trapped between cracking walls
I’m humming dismal notes
As I’m carving further flaws
I’ve become a dullard oaf
Suffocated the law
I watch a sickly roach
As it tackers down the hall
My throat is throttled by the ropes
My back is broken by straw
Sparks are flying off a post
On a giant feeling small
All is grey sky overcast
I see things stagnant through the cracks
Spirit stone skin chapped skin graft 

A solid specter encased in glass
Pours acrid nectar from cement flasks
Dimly flicker lights and speak with raps
I’m bound by rock, erased by wax
A disfigured leper behind the mask
Struck by the scepter
Crushed by the plaque
An apparition that can be touched
But I’m confined behind the rust
Forever pinned still by the tusk
Smothered beneath the crust
A breathing statue here I stand
Forever steadfast yet I long
Banished by the Deceptagram
Restrained inside the Repentagon
 


Deceptagram

I ain’t got nothing but time
From between the steel I’m watching their lives
Slow motion in here, fast forward outside
This filthy cleansing to pay for my crime

Out of my body, out of my mind
Separation from within is the only way to hide
Forever is not eternal when the soul is confined
Out of my body, out of time

My senses are dulled from the iron and glass
Asbestos and mold scar the walls like a rash
Nightmares and scissors to cut fields of grass
The echoes of screams, the jingling keys the squelching CBs
The banging, the taps
I keep telling myself that this too shall pass

Wish I was dead but I’ve already died
I sleep on concrete beneath a halo of flies 


Purgatorium

I fasted on the cusp of a mild fall
A taste of freedom to mourn for my grandpa
Still tethered to the sticky tentacles of the law
Don’t want to go back to the chain and iron ball
He don’t approve of the life I choose to live
But if I don’t go back I’ll be a fugitive
Illegal living is always most lucrative
Or that’s the illusion of what the stupor gives

They barely trusted me enough to grant me furlough
My sorrow seems so shallow deep inside its burrowed
This soul is as barren as a dust bowl field of furrows
Tomorrow swings in gallows its weak to cry on furlough
Our days a breath of air that passes like a shadow

Every month on the wall I carve in roman numerals
Should have guessed the last I seen you was at your funeral
But the last time that we spoke I did assume no
Conversation we could not hear would not resume no

In WWII you fought kamikaze in the pacific
A farmer, trucker, and unionist to be specific
Tried out for the Reds and brought the bread
You were terrific
Outlived three wives you lived a life full and prolific
Like we come into this world, we’re gone in an instant
The present moment is all that is persistent
Rebirth or resurrection depends on how we are convicted
I pray for the day to come when my heavy spirit is lifted
We’ve got no time for no more crime or acting callow
Our day’s a breath of air that passes like shadow
It fades the death of care the casket is now hallowed
Our days a breath of air that passes like a shadow



Furlough

Hold your hat and take a breath before your mind is blown
Everything you ever thought will all be known
When minds are digitized in the great upload
Thoughts will manifest on a computer screen
Everyone will have access to what you dream
Consciousness is coded in binary strings

Self-manifestation of the worst possible kind
Synthetic automation programed to redefine divine
Humans are imperfect it’s the blind leading the blind
This type of double negative is cosmic suicide

No more individual experience
Past and present all becoming one event
There will be no turning back from this experiment
Hope you like your life as a biomechanoid
An immortal hermaphroditic anthrodroid
A collective colony that cannot be destroyed

Synchronicity
Cybernetic interfaced
Singularity
Metabinary in misery
Deus ex Machina


The Great Upload

Everywhere I go I see faces
Faces in the sky, faces in the sand
Everywhere I go remains nameless
Faceless when I cry my face in my hands

Everywhere I look I see faces
Faces in the wood faces in the stone
Everything that happens is never painless
Erased what’s understood, my face has turned to bone

I can’t escape coincidence
I find it behind every consequence
On my own reconnaissance
I can’t escape coincidence

Reflections of reflections
Infinity in the window
Conception of perception
This neither-world in limbo

Everywhere I look I faces
Faces in the sea, faces in the flame
In everything still I see changes
Because my normal is your insane


Apophenia

A theory deconstructing praxis
War is war its all an allied axis
The mentality of the micro-fascist
A reflection of his micro-penis
Why does small man syndrome always lead us?
Backwards half-truths the constantly do feed us

Murder Murder Murder
Kill Kill Kill
That’s their culture, that’s their will

Intelligence agent provocateur 
Double iron fisted commandeer
Petty tyrant-officer
Don Quixote-Illusions grandeur 

The all-consuming fire of the phoenix
Sell us mars and package it as Venus
They are Satan, you think that they are Jesus
At the bottom they tricked you, think that it’s the zenith?
An idiot masquerading as a genius 

Like a pacifist dying violently
Or a siren screaming silently
A frozen flame has forged this world in iron irony 


Wargasm

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Life is a dream in the mind of a self-manifested universe. The physical world is an illusion. The body is a jail and the earth a prison. True freedom is within. The material world is one of the lowest planes of existence and one of the outermost layers of hell. Our experience here is a fragment of spirit trapped within flesh, blood and bone, dead and dreaming. When we die is when we awake from this dream, and what we do in this life dictates what we are capable of in the realm thereafter. There is a cosmic battle of duality that is tearing everything apart: yin and yang, light and darkness, order and chaos, spilling across the layers of the onion of existence; this multi-universe, the reflection thereof, and all the infinite planes betwixt.

Ezekiel Osiris

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