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666 is not the Devil's number
Needles plunge into tender cerebral flesh
Eyes change colors in random patterns
A grey liquid oozes from ears
And blood falls in tear form
Clitordisectomy.Posthectomy.Rhinectomy.Encephalectomy.Pneumonectomy.Glossectomy.
Infected stitches spew puss and burn
666 is not the Devil's number
Chemicals swirl and buzz in syringes
An opiated state subdues the patient
No control over muscles or bowels
Monsters generate from dust under bed
They plant seeds in buzzed minds
Leaving sand in the eye's corners
666 is not the Devil's number
Enter sandman in the midnight hour
Leave bodies behind and take souls
Spirits otherwise struck down by death
Terminal conditions leaving men in emptiness
Whispering silent nothings in tortured sleep
Trying to crawl out of delirium
666 is not the Devil's number
Their dreams wander to carnal desires
The dial-tone echoes in static skulls
A nuclear bomb blows up in
a third-world country, causing devastating scenes
Snatching breaths prematurely and leaving only
vacant hopes and ash to settle
666 is not the Devil's number
And when it settles, lions come
Albino, bleached coats stained with red
But it's not blood, just feathers
of a homesick cardinal lost somewhere
in the sandstorm outside this dome
Heaving great stones, composing potent songs
666 is not the Devil's number
Babies wail, trapped by brick walls
that seem solid but are just
made of false promises and rules
that crumble after seconds of questioning
And it feels like years passed
but it was only faraway yesterday
666 is not the Devil'snumber
Needles plunge into tender cerebral flesh
Eyes change colors in random patterns
A grey liquid oozes from ears
And blood falls in tear form
Clitordisectomy.Posthectomy.Rhinectomy.Encephalectomy.Pneumonectomy.Glossectomy.
Infected stitches spew puss and burn
666 is not the Devil's number
Chemicals swirl and buzz in syringes
An opiated state subdues the patient
No control over muscles or bowels
Monsters generate from dust under bed
They plant seeds in buzzed minds
Leaving sand in the eye's corners
666 is not the Devil's number
Enter sandman in the midnight hour
Leave bodies behind and take souls
Spirits otherwise struck down by death
Terminal conditions leaving men in emptiness
Whispering silent nothings in tortured sleep
Trying to crawl out of delirium
666 is not the Devil's number
Their dreams wander to carnal desires
The dial-tone echoes in static skulls
A nuclear bomb blows up in
a third-world country, causing devastating scenes
Snatching breaths prematurely and leaving only
vacant hopes and ash to settle
666 is not the Devil's number
And when it settles, lions come
Albino, bleached coats stained with red
But it's not blood, just feathers
of a homesick cardinal lost somewhere
in the sandstorm outside this dome
Heaving great stones, composing potent songs
666 is not the Devil's number
Babies wail, trapped by brick walls
that seem solid but are just
made of false promises and rules
that crumble after seconds of questioning
And it feels like years passed
but it was only faraway yesterday
666 is not the Devil'snumber
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the love affair
life slides under the door and
I think about you not knowing how to love
and touching a person's sleeping eyelids
to change a dream, to lie here with you
under a silent oak tree, the sunlight
has begun to breathe and I am digging you a grave
for your past and your future, I am
holding you here, the trunk of my car open to let the sweet
sound of a song rise into the
air, it is rushing by
too swiftly
and I have premonitions or
I just got lucky or everything
means something
nothing vanishes without a trace
I hold despair in the palm of my hand and cannot dance
without spilling it onto the floor, it
seeps into the carpet
but you
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666 doesn't mean anything in itself.
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666 doesn't mean anything in itself.
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