All proceeds will go to me while i'm busy shining my obsidian fleece
I bet your gods think "How is it that this species just fucking won't leave me in peace?" 
you fancy a round at the table? or would you like another episode of cable?
should I be aiming for the face or shoot you in the navel?
it'll be spacial how your mind will feel special

Facial parts scatter while i'm battering away ya gingerbread mayne cookies
brookies finnna get spooky when they weren't over there before, see?
Please, scream, i wanna hear the things I only read in stories
i'm here to be obscene, an absolute freak cause i never wanted to be
smacking them off like fleas as they go splat like greasy pan-seared peas
as it turns out

i see no life in me
i only feel death 
hugging me so
tightly
i can still breathe 
and yet why do they tell me that "You can't just leave me"?

Leave me be

i only wanted to find a way to find Her,
but She wouldn't show Her face
and so I decided to give Her some space and to my surprise, what did She, to me, relay?
"Spray, watch their blood spray, never give a fuck about what they have to say, okay?
Laugh as you watch the fear set in
Start the jet engines
and make them confess as you singe their skin
let the Joy overtake and possess you
allow the blood on your skin to caress you
I do not digress, true
 i will imprint this on you,
i will give you the clue on how they will be contacting you

fat stew, common brew,  fucking little soft chew
brought up in a neighborhood that had Void Star Dew
Not that you will ever see it in this lifetime
but this preparation will determine whether this was worth a try"

coming to conclusions that i was under illusions so powerful that i could barely pull myself together 
underneath the rupturing chasm that had been represented by a woman that was said to hold my heart
guiding me from the start from a place that was beckoning the end of the world, with my mind in a whirl, by my very own hand
a dart has snatched it away into quicksand and I was left to stand and rot as no one sought the clot they bought, reprimand turns out...

i see no life in me
i only feel death 
hugging me so
tightly
i can still breathe 
and yet why do they tell me that "You can't just leave me"?

Leave me be

and why do they say "You can't just leave"?

i see no life in me
i only feel death 
hugging me so
tightly
i can still breathe 
and yet why do they tell me that "You can't just leave..."

me? what about me?
you made it seem
there was no care to feel
sadly
there's no reprieve
you will grieve my memory

The Open Pyre Summons, VII: Leave Me Be (Revised)

sAiNT niXoLuS - "aLL i kNoW" (Prod. Highzaya X SenJi WaKE)

#eGoDestroyer #GoDDestroyer

"The reason you want to be better is the reason why you aren't." - Alan Watts

A jester was a person who had achieved high levels of enlightenment and whose destiny was as a destroyer. Thus a jester was/is a person who via his or her destructive actions can purify and rid the world of unwanted rubbish – ideas principally. They are there to make people rethink, to heal via the removal of bad processes and functions, to clean up via the fire of purification.

new things cannot be introduced unless old things disappear, so even the most apparently destructive jesters have a key role to play. They are often feared because their powers can sometimes be greater than the creators.

sAiNT niXoLuS "ALL I KNoW" (Prod. Highzaya X SenJi WaKE)

A mini rant about death, calamity, self centered indifference, and modern sociology. While testing some new effects in FL Studio.

Lyrics:

Mind snapped like a twig.
I guess.
Shouting insults under your breath—
What next?
Broken heart collective.
All about you.
Respect out the window.
Nothing new.
Easy to assume.
Love it 'cause I hate it.
Made it harder on yourself.
What else is there to do?
No chill anymore.
I guess.
Just a blur.
What's all this for?
Smile and a wave.
Quiet and depraved.
I guess.
Zeitgeist calamity.
Cold heart, contentious.
Same shit every day.
Like they can't see the big picture.
Like they're viewing life through a pinhole.
Kaleidoscopic topic selection—
Pick one and we'll rage.
Can't make a choice yourself?
Set that shit to random.
And you won't be to blame when something happens to you.
Nothing new.
I guess.
Satan, take the wheel.
The surface isn't worth it.
I don't know what to do.
Wait for him to ask, so he can tell her to tell them to tell you.
Then they can tell him to twist the words around
So I look fucked up to you.
I guess.

Shattered Mind Collective

An Artist from the depths of the Abyss in a town called Lavender.
Rap, Sing, Scream you name it, Zen practitioner, Mutsun Ancestry.

This is the closest to being in my mind as you'll be able to get.
I compose #VoidBeats because there's nothing else like it.
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