11 November 2012
Tapping playin , being plays , by Machines, moving to soulless creations , no hope , no life , an ever waking death , of all things expansive , fear runs our show , not one stands amongst the worms that devour the thought
, disaster , diseased faster , pushing for a new form of bastards , where the fucks the rapture ? , or a new crew to capture -the rupture , this fracture , taking our water they are killing us faster ,- a non thirst quencher , a never ending winter , the non relented , fake and cemented post date laminated, every where I go I am hated , by the truth I bare naked , that I Have not yet forsaken , when exactly when was theirs taken , not one man has yet to awaken , a kind of mind with no center quakin -within miss-shapened , an unaware vampire that needs staken , don't pretend your not shaken , by all that has happened,, monsters running fear dragons , cowerdice runnning the conscience oceans krakens ,
1st rule -back stabbing - devouring souls while freedom roams lost somewhere in these stressed streets , most laughin , little weep , inside this deep perception that is most weak , sorry to say the outlooks bleak , a slumbering lava thin laviethon , keeping sure the falls steep , light the pyres burn these lost sheep , I shall never fall asleep , for every creek , could be the seven deadlys fleet , ready to cut me at my feet , eyes only now , non shall listen so non shall speak ,useless sheep non shall keep, lies as truth an unearthed heap
Hooser Machine • Opuss № I