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Friday, September 7, 2012

Twisted Myndscapes

Myndscape twizted, projects thoughts of a psychopathic schizophrenic.
An entity with lost identity, burn decomposed leaves.
Verbatim spoken, heard from the ears of the unsure.
Clouds perception terrifying my peace.
Pushing blue skies to grey, through the rain, one ray, an infrared beam.
Search through myndfields, blindly running toward gun lines with premeditated intent.
Positions me to dissemble my sanity.
For if lips speak, niggas become deceased.
Invading mentals, terrorizing niggas bringing life to an end.

Mynd escapes, twisting bones to break.
Heartbeats echo, kicking down doors.
Home invasion, burning bodies under the floor.
Contortion, mynds ejaculate exposing the sickness to bleed.
Terror lies in the eye, turning pupils bloodshot.
Extinction of the existence of minorities.
Depletes by genocide, twisting mynds.
Running from truth, Righteous disciples.
Preach till breaths run out, souls lost.
Piles of bodies with nameless faces.
Annihilate masses, worldwide destruction.
Darkness engulfs visions of hope.
Blanketing eyes, silence the screams of mother's cries.
Bodies of ash, walk through my Twisted Mynd.
I am the first to be born last.
Restlessly wondering through the shadows, in silence I post.
Walking through the sanctuary of the dead.
Floating on the wind that blows.
I know of souls, restless and wondering with blank glares, absent of eyes.
Crying tears of blood.
Seeking answers to questions of why?
Lives that ended, but didn't die, nomadically travel.
Continuing their past, never realizing their expired existence.
Until the light, brews stench of murder.
Surfaces Anger's initiation, what lies beneath.
Revenge resurrects disfigured bodies, horrifying to sight.
An indigestible appearance roams the earth.
Speaking in tongues, hellbent and born.
Now the terror has begun.
Welcome to the family....

On this plane, the battle between the dominion of hell and kingdom of heaven.
Is seen by the living eye.
The blind shall see with thermo-vision.
Deaf ears shall hear, screams of anguish.
Becoming slaves to the undead.
Sites of graves, shall be doorways to baptismals.
The pure will be mutilated, dissected then digested.
Quenching thirst, blood shall be slurped through the veins.
Draining the brain, drastically life has been changed.
Welcome to the cemetery....

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