Nuclear catastrophe creeping up and crawling through my window. Who would have known I just cracked it a bit to let the plants grow. Strangled by unnaturally large amounts of radiation. Carceogenic inhalation. Cause the black clouds being coughed out by these busses are no hallucination. Neither are the space stations being built to hold the rich. When the poor earth is killed. Milked. Sucked dry by a species of humans getting high off constantly consuming. Crazy thing is most the time folks don’t even know that’s what their doing. Spending all day at the mall even though we aint got shit. Tricked into feeling rich by these life size advertisments. Advertising sex and social classes. Mental lashes from the whips of the fascists for fashion is just another facet to control the masses sense of individuality. For you can live your whole life in the wrong and still feel like you belong . Just as long as you clean clothes on. Just make sure that they aint wrinkled. For that will surely blow your cover. Like under cover lovers getting the sheets pulled off using cologne to cover the smell. Of all these bodies burning in hell pretending all is well. Even though we live in the shadows of falling bomb shells. Sheltering ourselves from the sun. Substituting the tv for our source of light. Our source of wisdom to tell us whats wrong with whats right. Silencing insite. Subliminal message introvienously injected into the eyes of young eating bowls of tricks. Whose artifical colors were tested on the eyes of silly rabbits. And outside the labratories piles of their bodies burn. This aint gonna hurt but its sure gonna burn. Becoming ashes in the urn.
Turn around don’t look at the flash of light in the sky. They earth has become a nuclear bomb test site and the end is going to be here before you have a chance to write it down on your roman calander. Melting off of the walls I never imagined the pain could feel so good. Fucked up thing is it doesn’t. And we wasn’t. Bound to live our lives based on a clock. Its that hourly based crack rock that being sold on these suburban blocks. Wrapped up in a shiney 401k. With excellent medical benefits that only benefit if you if your sick. Fucking the natural cycle of sleep you definantly will be. No time to dream so when shall we. Seal the seams of the brain the burst under the stress of unconscious breath. Caught up in this concrete net. Spread across the land to capture the wild and turn them into pets that better entertain or face the consequence. Sit stay speak fetch. Good god all these fasauds meant to massage the presidents penis. Cause his wifes a bitch and his lifes a rich mans dream. Staring back at through the telescreen. Amongst the violence and screams. Promising us silence and serenity so long as we keep sending our sons off to war. Saying its nothing more than a world tour. A chance to even the score with your natural born enemy. And soar to heights never imagined. But I imagine its nothing more than another fairy tale bed time story. Jumping out of my window and into my neighbors. Around her neck she wears a crucified savior. Franticly searching through her room cause she cant remember where she placed her menstral cycle of birth and death. Only to find it sucking from her breast. Wearing a guess diaper and a baby pair of nike cortez. With wires poking out of its cerebral cortex. Swirling through this social vortex. With no one to blame and no where to turn. It aint gonna hurt but its sure gonna burn. Becoming ashes in the urn.
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