Scimitar's Brawl

 


Wickedness struggles and love swallows all 
ignorance or the wickedness in ignorance have retard us
no two mannequins are the same 
zombies inflate and litter your path
strewns of the mind shroud of the eye
seated awkward on purpose, psychic stop gaps to infantile you
stop gaps hurtled horny to their frequency, retardation.
darting astral geckos, catch some, sigh some
nerves shot sweetness is it? it's pain 
sex is the fume of the goad, all is goad 
sex  is the knife that cut the mind's tongue 
sex is the fumes that drive work, sex not
selling power for designers clothing 
for leveling with animals, brain fluid for Lexus
the snail is the vulva the opened mouth of the porpoise
primordial opening blood meteoric 
sex is the stiff grunt of the older the frequency of the crazed
a complete lack of sleep, all for litter 
to the pigs of the world useless eaters 
have you been hounded by the snail 
the body differ but the snail is one
one spirit of creation hounds your blood 
creating gashers in your mind
every sex was a covenant, every gasher will return 
where then will you run to
it has tasted you and want you blood 
sharing a single mind they all have had you
and now want more
read masturbate remove it's hold 
don't fall prey to a sweetened stockholm syndrome 
unable to cede control will look for you taste
and turn you into the slave make you do the work
if you don't fuck, you wouldn't work
minimalism marijuana music and masturbation
-books these are banes of the bastard capitalism 
it's not so easy to end well
carry the fling of experience, your love become abrasive 
the world is tiresome, every woman is tainted
the vagina remains the same so
in the guise of childhood stop gaps in your psyche
they run the institutions of the retardation and suppress
a life wasted culling death, all to no avail 
they seek to waste your life
but when all you ever wanted was to write
they waste theirs 
shroud over your third eye, retardation and repression 
pray read and make sure you get to the source
it's your wealth, don't settle for the cascade 
I'll be bent over cross-legged to a book
when I get old and don't know how to do 
wickedness seeks to pass a baton, That'll do
we shouldn't have the good life if it cause blood and sorrow 
You wonder why we always build our toilet small
relics off the old slave ship our relief must be constrained 
to surmount 400 years of slavery backwardness
is no day's job 
In this scimitar brawl the gasher is a return
even if men tumble on new begining
they will make the same mistake
in search of solemn death.



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