Corporal Jigsore Quandary
Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray the torso diverged with pride
Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct the trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs
For a chondrin puzzle so quaint head and body decollate a heaving mass so quiescent
Scattered and scrambled, your teasement grows a bloody caricature to make whole
A squirming grisly jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug that missing piece will leave you stumped
Totally desassembled, nicely sliced and diced a cold mannequin once resembled
Real cranium teaser, carved from flesh and bone so mystifying
Battered and diffused, with placating blows a human jigsaw to make whole
A sequacious pattern which once fitted so snug joining together each dubious lump
Ravaged disassembly, neatly cubed and diced a cold mannequin reassembled
Astute brain teaser, incorporate flesh and bone so mortifying
An incessant game methodically made
With each cumulative piecing of commensated meat
Bi-manual reconstruction, eldritch problem complete a convented effigy
A pathological toy, each chunk rigorously inter mortis locking, as you pathogenically rot
Such a perplexing task to fit the remains in the casket uliginous mess so quiescent
An incessant game methodically made
With each cumulative piecing of commensated meat.
Heartwork
Works of art, painted black magniloquent, bleeding dark
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Food for thought, so prolific in contrasting shades, forcely fed
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative
A canvas to paint, to degenerate dark reflections degeneration
A canvas to paint, to denigrate dark reflections of dark foul light
Profound, aesthetic beauty or shaded, sensory corruption
Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring in deft taints, diluted, tinted
Spelt out, in impaired colour
Denigrating, going to paints to pain - not a pretty picture
A canvas to paint, to degenerate dark reflections degeneration
A canvas to paint, to denigrate dark reflections of dark foul light
Works of heart bleeding dark black, magniloquent art
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Prolific food for thought contrasting, fed with force
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative
Bleeding works of art seething work so dark searing words from the heart
A canvas to paint, to degenerate dark reflections degeneration
A canvas to paint, to denigrate dark reflections of dark foul light
Blind Bleeding The Blind
Parched with thirst our cup overfloweth with the crimson milk of human blindness
In charnel towers of ivory besieged the bones of subjugation are picked clean
In barren decadence, tears are the only affluence
Welling eyes are indifferent, as the blind bleed
Blood and tear out damn spot out the fruits of perpetual decay
Pouring the salts in open wounds out damn spot out
The scars remain, will stay perpetual decay
Bloody hands never wash clean abject misery to bleed
Decadence to feed out damn spot out
Parched with thirst how the other half die woid of compassion our cup runs dry
With a silver spoon born to dig communal graves
The only consecration, the economics of pain
In barren decadence, tears are the fuel of affluence
Wells of blood run diffluent, a bitter harvest to reap
Child's Play
RAISED IN A NURSERY OF RUMBLING BRICK,
RUSTED IRON, CRACKED STONE AND STEEL,
NURTURED IN A BARREN CONCRETE CRIB,
IN A PLAYGROUND OF GREY, YOUR FATE IS SEALED,
AGAINST A BACK DROP OF DRAB, COLD CORROSION,
WE LEARN TO DANCE, LOVE, SING AND PLAY,
RAZOR WIRE THE STRUNG UMBILICAL CORD,
IN AN UNSTERILE WOMB OF URBAN DECAY,
LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN AS I'M GOING TOO,
PLAY HARD LIKE CHILD'S PLAY PLAYING ROUGH AFTER ALL IT'S ONLY A GAME,
NOW, REDEVELOPMENT LIES IN RUINS,
AS GUTTED SLUMS ARE SOWN,
ENVELOPING, SMOTHERING SQUALOR,
THIS DERELICTION GROWS,
OUTSIDE IT IS NOW COLD AND DARK,
ONLY DESOLATION, DARKNESS AND GLOOM,
NOT A FAR CRY FROM A TORTURED CAT,
YOUR CITIES WILL BECOME YOUR TOMBS
LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN AS I'M GOING TOO,
PLAY HARD LIKE CHILD'S PLAY PLAYING ROUGH AFTER ALL IT'S ONLY A GAME
Blood-Spattered Banner
Your blood flies in the wind, it's old and worn and has no glory hand on heart allegiance pledged
Patriot, hatred instilled ignorant, white trash stand proud with bigotry endowed
These colours don't run these colours well worn
These colours don't run but put to the torch they'll sure as hell burn
Burn like your passion, the passion of the damned can you still hear Dixie?
Ignorance is your strength a raped stolen land stands so proud can you still hear Dixie scream out loud?
These colours don't run these colours well worn
These colours don't run but put to the torch they'll sure as hell burn
Your blood flies in the wind aged, ragged it's a sorry story, blood-spattered banner unfurled
A nation, hatred instilled with slavery stained your dream of shame
These colours don't run these colours well worn
These colours don't run but put to the torch they'll sure as hell burn
These colours don't run but put to the torch I'll tread on you
Want to see your flag up in flames burn I'll tread on you
The Granulating Dark Satanic Mills
From the weeping womb to the tomb towering fuming smokestacks loomed
Aloft the emancipated industrial mercantile maroon
Your heirs will be deprived this fate a penitentiary as consumer villeins
Never to enter through the grim rusting factory gates
Six, zero, two, six nine, six, one torn apart in the soul destroying
Six, zero, two, six nine, six, one the granulating dark satanic mills
Subsisting shackled drudgers and drones disassembly line of skin and bone
Collieries not beaches lie beneath the paving stones
When chattel black turned to white rigid binding chains were hidden from sight
The unborn will quench the thirstful smouldering kiln's fires
Six, zero, two, six nine, six, one torn apart in the soul destroying...
Six, zero, two, six nine, six, one sweat and no redemption in the dark satanic mills
An existence, subservient, binded you'll see a working class hero is something to be
An existence, subservient, blinded you'll seed a working class hero is something to bleed
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