

Death of the Wayward ProphetCome, children, warm your feet by the fire for there is a life of walking you must face and you shall be carried no more.Death of the Wayward Prophet
Come, woman, cradle your arms on my neck lie beside me and know that I am the one true man
Come, friend, take your rightful seat beside me relish, once again, in worldly pleasures and know that we can do no wrong.
For I have witnessed an exodus of humanity freed from the chains which bound us, we
are once again, and foreer, free.
I, too, was once a beast herded by a shepard who survived the wol


Midnight LoveIn schoolyard crypts and blacklit sex temples I watched, voyeur crazy, crying, screaming, as they tortured themselves and loved it, between townhouse rows they inhaled paper ecstasy, smoking the works of Ginsberg and Whitman, moaning in pleasurepain as their brains fell short, and they plotted to kill God, caged in darkened rooms and raping life they came to no one, asking forMidnight Love
help, and the reply they received sent them over the edge, caught and blushing in lockerroom sizeups and minds to set themselves aflame, let the cause be determined posthumously, my Buddhist monk, where have you gon


Metal TearsMy heart beats faster midnight frantic and I see through the window shadows stalkingMetal Tears
through the ranks of trees in and out of the heavy mist
a shutter swings open and I swing,
onto the stairs
blood-pulse-pounding in my head through my door, behind locked oak key turned bar slid rope tied knots
pine trees, deep in the forest they're around me, reaching out wraithlike-black
skeletons hovering over me, around me, in me passing through me, tearing me apart
I can feel it; the cold black ice coating their finger
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And to me you are the light
From a light bulb that breaks sometimes
And the tender warmth inside
Is released in to my life
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All over the place, from the popular culture to the propaganda system, there is constant pressure to make people feel that they are helpless, that the only role they can have is to ratify decisions and to consume.
Noam Chomsky
again!
jebus saves!
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All over the place, from the popular culture to the propaganda system, there is constant pressure to make people feel that they are helpless, that the only role they can have is to ratify decisions and to consume.
Noam Chomsky
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