posted on Aug, 30 2011 @ 11:49 PM
This is something I wrote earlier in response to the intricate way that human beings succumb to a lifestyle perpetrated by such a complacent process
of thinking. It only serves to make them weak of spirit and self-hating as if it were some Masochistic remedial beast writhing within the confines of
their mind. Truly sickening to see human beings so numb and ghost-like. This small snip of my writing are the thoughts that flow through my head at
all hours, day and night, driving me ever closer to the floodgates of insanity.
To lie beneath such creatures of "constructive thought"
There is no room to rise above
We must lie, lurking, in the ominous pits of our intelligence...
A thought provokes thee to bleed upon pages, that which has risen, yet it is strangled out by that enterprise of idiocy, ever so valiantly proclaiming
victory over the lesser-mind.
We consider our tattered constumes badges of such high honor
The elite our inferiors
And our signature that of the raised fist!
It seems as if humanity has eaten the fruit of eden, though from the tree of ignorance.
We are the serpentine roots of Misanthropy, as well as it's fettered leaves
Eternally screaming, as we flail away into the abyss of night
No sanctimonious hymns sung aloud as we pass through portals of malcontent
We sway ever so violently, as ships of ink in paper seas.
Sighned: The Forgotten....