Melissa SlutSpace

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† ♥ You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me
In your veins ♠ †

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† And Hell was so cold
All the vases are so broken
And the roses tear our hands all open
Mother Mary miscarry
And we pray just like insects
The world is
so ugly now †

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† I'm sorry you never check
The bag in my head for a bomb
And my halo was a needle hole
I'm sorry I saw a priest being beaten
And I made a wish
But I'm just a pitiful anonymous †

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What a skeletal wreck of man this is;
Translucent flesh and feeble bones;
The kind of temple where the whores and villains
Try to tempt the holistic tones,
Running rampant with free thought to free form,
In the free in the clear,
And the matters at hand are shelled out
Like lint at a laundrymat to sift and focus
On the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting,
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems
That riff from the branches of office;
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
Wind down inside adivistic allure;
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned.
For the rest of us there is always Sunday;
The day of the week that reeks of rest
But all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown;
T-minus your life and counting;
Time to drag your tongue across the sugarcube
And hope you get a taste.
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,
Haven't felt like this in years,
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse,
Let me go and plundge me into the dead spot again.
That's where you go when there's no one else around,
It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards
With their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger.
Classified my ass, that's a fucking secret and you know it!
Government is another way to say- better than you.
It's like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won't stick,
It's like a whole other world Where you can smell the food but you can't touch the silverware.
What luck.
Fascism you can vote for. Isn't that sweet?
And we're all gonna die some day,
'cause that’s the American Way,
And I've drunk to much and said too little
When you're gaffer taped in the middle-
Say a prayer,
Say a phrase,
Get yourself together
And see what’s happening.
Remember:
You're a wreck,
An accident.
Forget the freak, you're just nature.
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme.
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in the end everything we do
Is just everything we've done.

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† She wore His advertisement
by her throat; an offer
to Heaven.
The small man,
lingering, hanging each sour word
that he spoke,
and feeding each wound
the cowardice-bitter retreat
of man, longing to return God-
carrying burden of causation, creation
and plan... and he stood there, His
mortal-defiant glare, self-confessed hybrid stigmata-
the token of a failure father. †

- †Melissa† SlutSpace™ MortiisFace¹³

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