apon strings surreal

sow the seed 
to harvest the soul 
rape the deed 
to penetrate 
the whole 



bound fruitless 
constant cravings 
annulled by a deeper 
inner submission 

pillage the bowl 
to fill the voidal air 
cross the paths 
to entwine another 
thoughtless process 



swift oh the fall 
from damnations door 
through archways curve 
towards an end game 
of spiritual annihilation 
a vacancy of heart 
sheds the weary blood 
apon the strings surreal 
and be laid to rest 
within flesh unreal 

slow oh the rise 
from condemations floor 
exiting from hallways nerve 
away from the end shame 
of habitual desecration 
the fulfillment lay apart 
sheltering from the flood 
strung with strings unreal 
to be laid to rest 
within thought surreal 



hark to the earth 
for it sheds no tears 
while the sky weeps 
the connected clouds 

vines grow where 
no true life should 
weaving dimensions 
through a pixellated 
prism of perpetuation 



harvest the seed 
to sow the whole 
penetrate the deed 
to rape the soul