Once again the Gods have stricken me down.
With a plague not of the body, but of the mind…

I hear a field of orphans crying.
I see a wall of eyes staring.
A field of orphans screaming.
A wall of eyes piercing.

I feel a shower of limbs descending.
I observe a hail of children breaking.
A shower of limbs caressing.
A hail of children segmenting.

A landscape of flesh,
Of panoramic life and death just the same.
A world of transfixion,
Transgressing through birth and bane.

Torn skin, broken elbows.
Ripped feet, shredded toes.
Maimed stomach, compounded spline.
Indented skull, a death to be seen.

When will this end? (Will it end?)
When did it begin? (It did begin)
An odyssey of senility. (Fucking instability)
A crusade I cannot win.

Body dragged through a swarm of flies.
Drawing ever closer to a vicious demise.
Knees removed, coccyx shattered.
Bones within a body that never mattered.

It hurts, you fuck! But is it real?
Did you break my body in selfish zeal?
Or is this a construct, a lie in my mind?
Either way you’re too fucking kind!

I don’t care what the fuck you said,
I just don’t want this shit in my head!
Keep out of my mind, stay out of my heart.
Get away from my soul, you shit-eating fart!

A landscape of flesh,
Of panoramic life and death just the same.
A world of transfixion,
Transgressing through birth and bane.

Torn skin, broken elbows.
Ripped feet, shredded toes.
Maimed stomach, compounded spline.
Indented skull, a death to be seen.

When will this end? (Will it end?)
When did it begin? (It did begin)
An odyssey of senility. (Fucking instability)
A crusade I cannot win.

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