I can watch this place rot in time-lapse
I can think and spread damnation
How often I spend in silence
I am often suspended in kind
Dying in Oxy-Containment relapse
Dreaming a sickness I crave over all
Casting blame took forever
Oh well…
All is well.
I molt peeling layers of ephemera off my face
My salvation is calm
I will smile all the way up to the grave
Hell blazes a ‘No Vacancy’ sign
Praising reflections of amalgamation
And creating a Christ for the murder;
The murder of all
Oh well motherfuckers
All is constant
Constantly well
Now the tolerance is shifting
In this game never
ending
And all is well that ends.
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