Manifesto of Intent (in stream of consciouness)
The sounds of distress from a dying age…Here is where we begin our quest…Fuck buying tickets….you are already aboard the express train…
The sounds of distress from a dying age…Here is where we begin our quest…Fuck buying tickets….you are already aboard the express train…
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘start of the attack, to never take it back
what is this we cannot see, could it be…
…$atan?!…’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “…until the swollen egg begins to drown
in the bath of raw waste that will soon spill out
in that my child will sit as I suck every little bit…”
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘Roses are red, bathed in a pool of blood
blood of a god, your gods above
a cross of red bled into its chest
hole in the head, bleeding out, dead…’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘Shadow my name, if there is one now
I’m eating my share of the emptiness
as the bright shard of light dimmed down…’
the heart is shaken loose, from the gristle
that the organ had grown quite used to
abuse of the time, having lost for you
what you thought was mine, was it meant to be?
there were thoughts that were wrong to find
memories rather lost than not
fraught with peril for love with cost
grind the gears before the motion is lost
before that turning clock has rung
rust has broken that yet unsung
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “try to keep the –stran-gle-hold
“on my own –self-con-trol
“try to keep mind —from-insan-ity
“we all fall to sickness,
“…the-tra-ge-dyâ€