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CRASS - Don't Get Caught

"Declaration of Human Independence"
Your persecution has leant a meaning to my movements that I would never have otherwise attained, for your stagnant strictures taught me my own lack of limit, and my feet now fall with the weight of destiny, my words welling in the heart of man like a spring of truth whose virtue is terrible to behold...
Your condemnation has taught me forgiveness... for only in your third degree did I glimpse the first impression of my second chance. So let my tears now be as diamonds in the light, for in your blinds of darkness did I learn to hear, and in your deafened muting did I learn to see...Surely I have grown strong in all the place you have broken me...
Your oppression has made me free... for your hatred has burned away all false friendship and standing all alone did I find true love, glowing in the lonely flames like iron forged in fire...you shall NEVER break it...
I call your sadism weakness, and this weakness did teach me true strength, for through the hurting did I learn endurance, through the pain did I come to know resilience: the path of patience...long have I walked it...
...until my hope grew greater than your fear, for its faith is forever and your fright a flickering phantasm...until my generosity grew greater than your greed, for this poverty has taught me the true wealth, and its seed was planted in me by the saints and seers and poets and prophets, then fertilized by their blood which you have spilled for so long....
You have no one but yourself to blame for what is about to happen...
For the noon-tide of the new man will overflow the dam you have set and flood your tepid garden of weeds...
..the past has passed...I come bearing the present of the present...

5 year fathom watches watches,
stillborn every second second,
every biding breath it botches,
every burden bares it's beckon,

"time's the cup that drinks from you,
the carvened starvened quaffing challice,
press it to your lips anew,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom weighs the way,
in 1/16th of ever after,
kindle-clocks counting decay,
in oft regurgitated laughter,

"every thought's a treason plot,
a handle hewn in cares grown callous,
picks you up to smash you down,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rode the road,
it's pressures poured into impostures,
each angle set to explode,
in seamy seams of dream imposters,

"drown your druthers cupid-careful,
find no fears and make no malice,
still you simper for a stareful,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rolls the roles,
the marrow-masks that try to wear him,
tumblings take of tithing  tolls,
their irredeemers
set to scare him,

"dampen drove the bridal bridle,
purity's your pleasure pallace,
phallacy's your idle idol,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

CRASS - Don't Get Caught

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