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A Heaven Beyond Hell


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seeing as Halloween's week away, figured I'd put up a rare lyrical expression I did for fun on zombies...

 

 

Running, solicitations of nothing

chest inflamed

as the inflection's spreading;

glossolalia moans

croons of the confluxes interjecting.

 

Flesh is a Thing for the singe upon man.

 

1,200 meters per second,

the .22's fissure penetrates the brain stem;

1,200 meters per second,

the .22's fissure penetrates the brain stem --

what's left?

Another cleansed abstract,

fish for the three heads.

 

moon on the horizon,

this daily event

an opening to obsidian.

The city has fallen,

it's feathered arc a blank palette;

knashing and undertowing

my arms and legs,

first at my ankle,

then at my thigh.

 

240 meters per second,

the hollow tip fissure folds;

240 meters per second,

the hollow tip fissure folds.

 

Flesh is but a trap

for the conjugal horde.

 

I have little left,

but to lie here on this road

my diaphragm has been purged,

little use for a bullet

my flesh has become ragged,

soul a charred pyroclast.

 

by Jeremy Swyck

(12/14/10)

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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