Mass Graven Image - Many Violations, Lead To The Final Desecration

Mass Graven Image - Many Violations, Lead To The Final Desecration 07:30 from the album Prime Mover

Expressions morticians send corpses long toothed in death's careful employ.
Pariah, the pin cushion, a dull tear of despising the truth.
The house of warm corrections, and disregarded memory motels.
The universe of the spike leads to entrails blacker than holes in the crevice of your cavities.
To pirouette from its milk, and the acrid still aroma of its liveried cowering.
It was with such great roar and velocity, that the costume adorned felt integral to the cast of great swings, that I perfected my dreams.
What in time gathered speed and strength like no other allure had before.
To my sojourn itself, a ring of hot iron coldly clinched tight to shackle me.
I was in the indescribable sea of pleasure that was backwash, a vessel of urchin stupidity.
Coming to void and steal and subjugate, the life span of my maturing.
With jagged rigs and abscess digs, subcutaneous to my hitting fails.
Badly dragged, coagulated, cold aching bones and sweaty hot teeth,
Rolling tittering of these guts and the compression,
On pain, on felt, on vaccination for my confession.
The liquid heat rushes as it evacuates the chain, a black tar tail not lingering round the flame.
The imposing, indignant lost children who are stabbing each other in vein.
To assuage the madness omnipresent in their frames.
A picture or photo of a moment or time,
when the excruciating difficulty of the past drew all the lines.
On the awareness of hidden memory, testify to the account!
That investigating the rumors that almost always formed as a soul, locked in time in a mirror of self-doubt.
The screams of nightmares that only live for a second,
but it took a long time to stop the slingshot recoil, feeling long stretched to the snap.
When you awake to the child or innocence that was suffocated and refused to forget and suffered in return some more dehumanizing roles.
To lay as waste, the soul who chased his shadow round the folds.
All the way to old, haggard skin, the endless confusion only grows within each possible inept assembling.
Where did we go wrong? How long have we been the prime mover in this war?
credits MGI

released February 28, 2023