grinding hell among us.
from these holes are born
wiry forms darken the horizon
walking up to us without discrimination of drug
pulling us from our predefined states of mind
the slipping grip of understanding this reality
intruding upon the dreams of every life
coagulating flames, burning screams
the machine rides upon our backs
the twiddling ticktock of the doomsday clock
clicking in above us
in ponderous perpetual motions
the society digs into our skins, our moral behaviors
the degenerate sins of man to meet our fate
the howling vomit stares of those horrid foes
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