POEMS IV (JASON X VS CHRISTIAN EMO FROM MARS)





 




riding out into 2007
YOU: YOU'RE ABOUT TO HIT THE WALL! 
I saw a sharp drop approaching and swallowed 10 gas canisters. My breath Gagged by chains trying to claim the meth sword and machines gushing with Redslayer's flying about. I heard the meth sword was covered in meth mites 
The alien carcass followed me 
This was my last stupor before claiming my victory 
I smashed into it











ADORE THE KNIGHTED SCYTHE AND SCREAM 

SCREAM WHY YELLOW 

SCREAM WHY YELLOW BANISHING YELLOW 

RIDING OUT THE METAL CHAMBER 

DISTANT SCREAM 

RIDING OUT WITH PEASANTRY 

A SPECIAL SUMMONED METAL SCREAM







             






Redslayer: re-engineering a hair

Now let's make him run

(FLYING GASOLINE)

His face was filled with baroque detailings 

YOU: do you want to see what's festering inside?

The lady: Sound Extremists!













MY SKULL FADES IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM 

I’M A GORMLESS ENERGY DECK

I WAS DEPRIVED BY CALLOUS LAYERS OF WASTE

Scythe negated by Scythe  

FLIPPING ON SWOLLEN LEGS

FALLING TO THE BACK OF THE MIND ONTO

SWOLLEN LEGS 

(DECIMATED)

They are all moved by something 

Baroque crowds entering through walls  

I’M HOLDING an ANVIL 

VEHICLES FLOODED WITH BODIES  

REDSLAYER GUSHING,

He TASTES LIKE knives 

(THE SKULL TOWER GUSHING)  

(NASAL CONSUMPTION) 

FUMES ON COTTON SWABS

Uneven levellings of blood. 

(RED)

Spiralling insides 

Visions of muscle memory 

Adore the metal 

THEY screamed FOR ME 

I persisted to be in this world












PEASANTS SLAMMED TO THE FLOOR 

The goblin WHITE HOT ENTERING THE BODY 

(DRUG SUPPRESSION) 

REDSLAYER TRAVELED BACK THROUGH PUKE 

They flung me down and modified my heart. 

AS OXYGEN WAS PUMPED INTO A CHEMICAL PATHWAY

TUNELING THROUGH brain DENS UNDERGROUND 

(NUMB)

I REDSLAYER HAD MUSCLE SPASMS 

I REDSLAYER FELT THE SPIRALLING NECKS OF DRAGONS IN THE EARTH

The spinning motion of the room when stood at the centre

A colossal red fractal burning 

Extreme wings spreading 

A BALLROOM OF VAPID FREAKS LEAVING 

The flesh from my acidic stomach leaving 

I GO BACK TO MY WORLD OF WASTE 

A ROADMAN 

ENTERING a nine-headed dragon HIVE

THEY CONSUME THEIR ILLNESSES 

MINDS AS EXPANSIVE STANCES OF WAVES 

PSYCHIC CHAMBERS AT WORK  CONSTANT BOMBARDMENT















J.S Bach Bedroom 



























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