Locked in cages I desire the need to express how I feel He is am and I am he; a reflection of reality Built for torment; he engorges our basic sexual needs Atop this mountain I fall like Sisyphus broke a knee Like Atlas he looms an entire galaxy falls on me A cellulose cenobite every fibre in my body The shadow man looms each night I beg for dreams I see that I have no mouth and each night I must scream In his own image Body dysmorphia Multiple personalities When choosing your dogma The plastic bag of cats Floating in the reservoir Mind numbing saving lie Looming cosmic horror No sense of purpose No sign of flaw Mysterious ways Explain his divine law Suffer ye children Suffering he unleashed It was the abandon of Eden He went from sainthood to a beast

Immanentize the eschaton Make the populous seek the coming dawn Sell it like a methadone Label blood-lust as an eschatone The sounds of trumpets groan Make an EDM banger propagandist drone Turn fashion brands to a uniform Cryptic crosswords is a coming storm Q-Ananon Q-Ananon honey Q-Ananon Q-Ananon honey Q-Ananon Q-Ananon honey Q-Ananon Q-Ananon honey Q-Ananon Q-Ananon honey Q-Ananon Q-Ananon honey Create an enemy To patriots who would take a knee Darker skin equals sin Ignore the amount of melanin Science cannot explain all We have old dusty texts & hallowed halls We claim Europe as our heritage But our methods are clearly Arabic Put the doomsday clock in the bin Replace with a calender that's Mexican Mutter constant scripture from our lips And welcome every sign of apocalypse Kali Yuga is my aim Got too many voices in my brain On paper I'm mentally ill Paper dictates who I have to kill Every change in temperature is a sign Inked in blood on the dotted line God acts before he even thinks Every signature in invisible ink Morals can only be doctrine based Cherry picking to find the better taste Devolve these ideals with trepidation Every monotheistic nation Caveman ideology Testosterone patriarchy The blacker the berry The nectar so sweet Any sign of progression An instant retreat

Repetition, copyright infringement Same old story stolen from ancients Each messiah is the son Both paternal and physical We live our lives by the zodiac Killer instinct denying facts Mock those who follow horoscopes While you shove Mystic Meg down our throats Live on each breath, even a choke Each decision based on hope Build an obelisk on the roulette wheel Deny the experts, chose by what we feel Take each number Say that it's a clue Map our a chart Bow to celestial sudoko Algebra mindfucks astrology Every miracle shout out Yahtzee Yahtzee Yahtzee Fucking Yahtzee I won I won I fucking won

The court looks like a kangaroo Feel the tension in the room Your ideology it's gloom Our's like a garden it blooms Your lack of faith is on trial Your moral compass we revile Laws should not be from the mind But desert dwellers and on lines In sonnet form to be precise A solemn tone to break the ice Loophole, group-hole sin's divine Destroy all mention of Palestine Third nipple, blind eye Iron fist rule on high Zarathustra in a cage Electric shock to stop the gays No pork, no wool, no hate Blood on the door, his logical pace No mountain for deicide No intellectual parasite Every shift a paradigm Your kid's been raped We'll let it slide “We the jury find you guilty of coming to a logical conclusion yourself We sentence you to be constantly revered for the rest of your natural life” “Please stand to greet Our most honourable judge Humanity's defeat” An ape who think's that he can Be anything more than a worthless man Skin sack, air bag, highly crashed car Tear every sense of morals apart Masculine excess with imaginary friends Bent straight over, revealing rear end A life of servitude, but secretly of greed Of endless archaic rape and sodomy

Here's my appendix Fill it up with Semtex Multiply the genders Don't explain the differences Shrink the vagina Give the bitch angina Never return to sender Unless it's from China My tooth has wisdom Pushing through the skin-hole Push out my cataract Everything is visual I got so much body hair Looking like a dancing bear Dolphin's be so jealous The kingdom to the rightful heir Apparent is our body form On 2, no all 4's Beauty wise, think we rich Scientfically we are poor Castrated like a druid Presented on a platter A face full of pimples Forever we are floundered Vaginal seminal fluid So much grey matter Veiled for protection Concealing my erection BTEC polytechnic foundation degree Struggling to get through cosmic university Lower god claiming to be an architect His perfect creation; a failed art project The absurdity of it all The absurdity of it all The absurdity of it all

My dear Mrs Budd, In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the steamer Tacoma, Capt John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco to Hong Kong China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was a famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1 to 3 Dollars a pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold to the Butchers to be cut up and sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak – chops – or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girls behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys one 7 one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them – tortured them – to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 yr old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except Head – bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven, (all of his ass) boiled, broiled, fried, stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time I was living at 409 E 100 St, rear – right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3 – 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese – strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her, on the pretense of taking her to a party. You said Yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wild flowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mama. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms, cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her, though, I could of [sic] had I wished. She died a virgin.

Tighten the noose You have no proof You just loose Your faith before it feeds The war machine Your babies Every lady Will burn in Elysian fields Sow the seed Didactic greed Vakenkeist bleeds Every aeon is an age Turn a blind eye To every slay That could light This grand world stage Instead get fed Obsession with the end Your best friend Who locks you in a cage

I. The Mouth's Of Satan Further from paradise Trapped in cocytus Thirsting from cracks of ice Further falling from my eyes The ides II. Final Brush Strokes A vast case of caducity Dali painting time dripping enmity Each thought a lifetime insanity Goldfish brain; innocent beauty Foetal stage; relaxed efficiency Canary in a gold mine; scientifically Jackson Pollack of simplicity I am Willem De Kooning III. Layers Of An Onion My little empire My mistake, my mistake, my mistake My ascent to be higher My mistake, my mistake, my mistake My sons and daughters My mistake, my mistake, my mistake My secret auditors My offshore funds My mistake, my mistake, my mistake My collection of guns My mistake, my mistake, my mistake Our thoughts and prayers A pedophile lair Layers of an onion Peel back show my face Layers of an onion Fuck this human waste IV. The Last Sigh Of Relief Halo of flies surrounds Grey faces, no connection nor sound Don't fear when there's no danger He died surrounded by strangers V. Divine Suicide