A tremor comes and goes at night, Singing hallelujah! The end is always within sight A steady shower above the fire A beeping sound and blood is taken Diagnosis of messiah A mental shift to something bright Signing hallelujah! Sitting still in artificial light Imagination is alive To receive further instructions Is survival such a crime? My freedom garden lighting up In a tetralogy of nonsense A closed box triptych, trapping me In my own self-negligence A creeping feeling of discomfort A twine that leads me all the way back The caverns start to lose importance Exploring them allows me to slack I need a guide to help me throughout But the call is much too hard God is dead and I am nothing But it’s hard to reach so far - Endless being of fire Hydra lost in its feelings An emotion personified somehow Extrapolate a story quickly Scan the area around, ready? Blood from his chest makes a sound, steady Wings begin to sprout and grow, screaming “I don’t understand anything” Fuck the powers that I’ve received, I just Wanna think about you and me I begin to grow fire I begin to grow fire The darkest light can be A new city what a concept And inside a church of welcoming people They put you on a pedestal Inside you feel so feeble (Psychological warfare, infinite damage) (You worship me but I am merely a demiurge) Eviscerate the contents of my heart Leaving me the hollow shell of Gods Anthropomorphize them because I know nothing of the concept of love I am God and God is a whore I ruin lives and u still want more I begin to grow fire I begin to grow fire - When my affection is lost in translation Of course it's my fault, it's my creation We've infinite hearts with different cardinalities Is my love simplistic, or too lost in mapping to me And I, create a requiem Of letters that barely conjoin in earthly grammar And my, eyes dilate cause of them I let my feelings get involved Unrequited off white color blurs to shade I did things you will never, ever understand The fire hydra was supposed to unite But I failed, but I failed And I, create religion Man made architecture as a substitute for unknown feelings And I, follow the feeling The most incomplete structures they'll ever study - And we are, looking for a way inward And time lost in retrospection is regrettable. But we are looking for something bigger than ourselves Than anyone around us And losing that purpose means there’s nothing, nothing at all! When we lack the ability to scream There’s nothing, nothing When my most trusted one makes me feel Lite nothing, nothing at all When their arm comes from above and reinforces the idea that I am nothing, nothing There is never ever going to be a time where I am not lost in the blackness that is Nothing, this nothing I am Artificial light distracts me from the endless flaws in my character and body, in which I get discouraged because I am Nothing, nothing I weave throughout endless pillars of meaninglessness to come to terms with the fact that I am Nothing, nothing at all I weep for the sheer fact that we are Nothing, nothing Will I ever get out of here and look farther than my physical form and finally reach outside the electric bounds that are this Nothing, nothing I wait for something to be there In this nothing, nothing I keep waiting, for anything

Waiting for another breakthrough to fill in the colors I keep waiting for us to love one another There is so little inside of me, unfortunately aqueous I could not possibly feel smaller Worthless pile stuck in my mud I build a hut from the endless rage I must stay in the mess I’ve made What a grave mistake Ah, these weakened bones Ah, what a mysterious tone It sings so softly in the purple sunset My form follows it Watch their movement, there’s something untouched in the dirt Watch my movement, I feel strange and introverted Watch their movement, there’s something awry Watch my movement, my scabs multiply I awake in flame When did I become so useless? A man on fire stuck in endless ocean Red as the sun when it rises upon the burnt Discrete events, infinite influence Illiterate and mute, frothing at the esophagus Unsure of the sickness so I I simply retch in acceptance I’m sure that this limb had some sort of function Before I decided to rip it off I awake in flame Drawing art that appears to have purpose My heart fragile as an insect Tears through your skin without mercy, parasitic Killed through a single intentional movement 1. Such atrocity, poems overflowing with nonsensical vernacular Slice up uncultured intestine, fuck your idiotic soul Sometimes I spread my arms out a little and scream like the fortress has been penetrated by the meek, feed me your strange resolve Allow me to live a life not premeditated 2. Inferno that dilates my eyes with passion flowing into my subconscious Flammable feelings, vegetable incarnate Sometimes I imagine that it is all in order in spite of you and hate everything that tries to topple my virtuous wait in some utilitarian fashion Though I am aware I am merely extraneous When did I become so useless? I awake in flame

There is never a life that is perfect so I create one I was never once frozen as I gazed upon fleeting unknown A strange state of flux A terror abounds I tend to my garden Of misshapen ground We find crutches upon which we prop ourselves up in this city If you use words to paint strange revealings and stains, there is pity I volunteer in death This life is no longer mine The cross of st peter A lost portion of time A word is a collection of translations of manipulation and desire I spread my art through melodies that encompass a choir I feel growth in the world as I elaborate on apocrypha I cultivate lovely feelings from all across the world A vulture appears from dusk I find myself revolting A cannibalistic aura I know longer know what is happening My skin turned red as heat inside my heart The wings were beautiful, mechanical brilliance, calculated art I find purpose in order, is there God in chaos and fire My chess game is irregular, no matter how we start

Prophet: I wrote this, controlling, disgusting, thing To love Misplaced greed, a creed of malpractice Unknown I discard a browning leaf for the cleanliness of the road Your meekness is worthless in constructing my abode Insulate me from the cold of the endless blizzard I know awaits my humble code Losing touch with everyone — I keep getting lost in storylines of me appreciate the ecstasy of divinity The world is amorphous, and I shape it with my feet Arguments of exemplary amounts of lucidity I wake like a spider having caught it’s prey I grind my teeth and wrap around to suffocate I taste the marrow of the bones I break We’re free, to love Discovering the sickness our demons Eliminate your perception of destiny And listen to my sermon What I would give to trounce this nothing My heart stays locked and black I construct metallic artificial wings I just want to come back Beloved: Fire breathing, fire breathing close to my hair I’m prone to meaninglessness It’s complicated, I say, screaming into the small room I inhabit Wrapped in bandages from the day before Dirty, so dirty in my swamp of decaying matter I yearn for anything that could be interpreted as more! — My body is no longer mine, another recipe for wine The spirit crumbles to nothing, no more mentality to shine I am raw, mentally and otherwise We seem calmer than usual I speak but there is only silent roar I flail but the only movement is of the blood Eviction from a human place Creating the strangest sort of moan They strangle me so, They strangle me so I rip off pieces of skin since I am no longer human A clay manifestation of scripture, am I supposed to feel pure? We’re free, to hurt Discovering how to talk about ourselves There is no such thing as destiny And love yourself You’re really hurting me! You’re really hurting me! My brain is turning into a hole The color of my eyes, I peer into the skies Of many divided hearts and souls

i) My skin is inflamed in proto-religious activity A strange reaction to a divine extrapolation of my body This proto-prophet has misconstrued that which has happened to me And in his description of plot, my purpose is a tormented effigy His views summarize to proto-fascist control You forgive one sin but you prototype another How can I ascend to the sky when I feel it all Like a dove exiting my corpse Suffering splayed open, intoxicated I crawl My brain degrades The feeling lowers to a vibration The paper crane Fragile in its manipulation My wings of fire have lost all their feathers in war I've tamed the snakes and flailed in the sea of gore I'd think opening up our bodies would be enough for you The loss of blood throughout the infected wounds His views summarize to proto-fascist control ii) I lie confused inside an Unknown vat of strange liquid My brain becomes so scrambled Mixed into a concoction of shit And those couple dark little extra dark things They linger there for me to ponder Any sort of orifice that blood can bleed through Sprouts forth into an unending fire My brain degrades The feeling lowers to vibration The paper crane Fragile in its manipulation iii) You’re gonna fucking tell me it’s ok! My damn intestines are in disarray My skin fuses with the inside of me I thought that I was fighting valiantly You made it all feel fucking incomplete I lost my mind in fucking travesty I’m nothing but fucking insanity I fucking hate the shit inside of me iv) Tormented fades to dust I feel feathers on my wings The creeping moment blinds me Into believing things My likeness is propaganda Perhaps I could be loved throughout the earth Wipe the blood off my face My God, I’m losing my composure