Otep

nothings changed the senates still corrupt & the emporer remains insane….and everyday is a new strain of slaughter. supply lines are less protected. evil On all sides. eye can smell the death on your flesh — creeping in. trapped within the twisting fingers of fear.

and all eye see is ewe.

 that face, those eyes,  burning like leprosy. eye can see u there, poisoning the air, prostituting Nationalism and eye want to attack.  to rip out your heart and lay your flat on your back.. and vomit a world of agony and truth into your throbbing illness of memory . and hate guides your way.

 eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back.  for the acceptance of death and blind cave war.  the giving sleep  of depression, the sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggression, {chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter}  and his slave disciples in the harem tents.  outside just beyond the edges – eye ride a cycloptic mare in the fires of imagination.  feeding my disease.  a river of plagues.

  eye need something to remind me eye am still sinning.   that pain in important,  that wurdz matter, that healing in, possible.   that eye am not alone … in this.

guard the houses.

triple the watch.

maidens, dig up your sorcery. sirens, sharpen your rocks .

ewe will eat my pain again.

 whatever u need unite messiah.

 ME.