TEARS ARE SPEARS
A THROBBING DESIRE TO BREAK THE INSTRUMENT, TO BREAK THE GROUND. NOTHING WORTH THAT NIGHTMARE. WASTED NIGHTS OF REAL POWER. ON THE GRAYEST DAY I HAVE WRITTEN A LOT OR NOT. BY THE GUIDANCE OF THE FLESH, IT SAYS, THAT THE EARLY MORNING DOES NOT MATTER.
DARK CLOUDS FILLED WITH THE SMELL OF DECAY. MADNESS OR NOT, I HAVE WRITTEN A LOT. THE LOWEST QUALITY IS THE SAME TRAP. THE REAL POWER IS POWERFUL ENOUGH TO PRETEND IT IS A WEAKNESS. IT HAS BEEN WRITTEN THAT THE BEAST'S TEARS ARE SPEARS. BODY PARTS RECONNECTED BY THE BREATH OF FLESH.
A SPECTRUM OF CRISIS. PHYSICAL WEAKNESS WORTH WORRYING ABOUT. STRETCHED ABANDONMENT BETWEEN THOSE LINES. BE OPEN TO MY TRUTH, BE A SAVIOUR FOR MY TRUTH. UNPLEASENT SURROUNDINGS AROUND ME. WILL YOU RECOLLECT THE STONES. DINOYA TOLD ME TO USE THIS LIFE-GATHERING CREATURE.
TO CAPTURE IT, TO DEVOUR IT. LIFE WILL NEVER BE ON SOME SIDE. UNDER THE COVER OF YOUR KNEES. YOU WERE THERE WHEN I FALSELY FORMED A STATE OF NON-UNDERSTANDING, TRAPPED INTO NON-EXISTENCE. THERE IS A NEED FOR A PULSE. RECONNECT THE FLESH MOVEMENT. BENEATH THE POWER PARODY OF THOSE TRYING TO IMITATE THE POWER.
THE DESIRE TO THROW DIRT INTO ANOTHER WASTED NIGHT. TO LOOK AT THE WISEST, WHILE MY TEARS ARE EQUAL TO THE MIGHTIEST DOWNPOURS. RIGHT NOW IS THE TIME FOR THE WEAK OR THE STRONG TO ENJOY THE DISGUST IN THE AIR. DECOMPOSE AND EXPERIMENT WITH IT.
TRAGEDIES AND FEARS FOR EVERYONE ELSE, PARTS OF THEM ARE MINIMAL MISTAKES. HEAVENS MADE OF ROCK. WET AND HARD MATERIALS.
DINOYA 1/6/22 6/1/22
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