Corpture IX - Prism!!!!

Easy Words.

Eclipsed by belonging, shadowed by hate, i witness winter, can't hardly wait.

Prism.
i am no culture freak
i am no cult rythm
not all
just another in the seven.
prism.


A black rainbow is enveloped by the shadow of the victim, gospel chants rise within the sanctuary, im troubled a little from within. Can't hardly wait to look, for what was promised by tomorrow, i look beside the furnace, the fire bleeds my sorrow.

If everyone were to lie, and say nothing else sans lies, deceit would be the truth. Shall those who ever spoke correct be ridiculed. More than words is a stigma, a CORPTURE blends the enigma, i met my zephyr long ago, the reply to my questioned karma.

I shall refuse, to be a part of menace, i was not invloved to begin with, i shall not stay time permit. Refrain from making changing clocks, time waits on heaping crops, soiled away by monsoon, a tag fit to suit the tune. A brilliant focus that ray emits, puzzled sanctity lands and cement, watered agriculture and famined lives, throttle gears and choke excide.

Mammals, Camels, Animals.

Shrouded symptoms from disease, manure riddled, confuse to cease, exist to exit, leave in peace. Give a chance, take from me, experiences and a little ease.
Coming so close to what i ever had to say, yet unable to express my way , im still grounded by pillars so cruel, empathy laden and gruesome reasons. Break my corollary and take me spine, brockeback racing on the chosen design. Play at everytime on a sudden note, hatred spewing out of bolts, liquid charged at premium, passion stems from altruism.
Waiting in anticipation as it made all stay, hoping to prolong what was all avid, thermal eagerness pours in grief, a little realization, a certain sympathy. Ignored on modules so warm and calm, an exodus enthusing charm, a sparkle that shouldn't purpose play, theories so not far away. Water pours on the tild, simple silica and negated silt.

Vieux-Jeu
Am i the inconsequential of sequences.
am i the reason for changes.
am i the insignificant and re arranged,
am i blatant, reduced to insane.

It, becomes, at times, uncertain a cry, for mankind to try the next legion of wasted souls to be running wherever no one has till date as it is more than the propoganda so professed. A quaint little town on the hibernation prowl , i write in earnest and a little frown, to make me realize all the shame infused, to revitalize the purpose of you.

Even if i did, i couldnt have, the CORPTURE saw and yet awaited every bit of it with bated breath, an answer never given to the question asked, time ignored or an excused past. What of it shall be redeemed, a parcel refusing to come ever clean, take me hidden or take me more, i hold morbid a latex dour. So softly, ever so x, ever so jinxed like the highway west. Look who talks when the winds all slow, look whats said, when im not sure.A kakidrosis of emptiness, an explunge on shame, a spleen to barter, a liver to exchange.

Heads or tails, make all out of it, iv made it easier , on request, days gone by and an answer strikes, who raiseth hands, hast shall strive, a broken arrow through my lungs, vertabrae i chose, to ensequence my jump.I shall kill or may i die, i may shiver on the loner pyre, im not burnt and im not dead, im just waiting for the fuckin' thread. Connecting bits and pieces apiece, if this is fethced, then whats not east. oh, whats not east, whats not left, whats not east.

While the one seventy nine of us and the other uncounted, act innumerable as force, a multiplier effect, what adds up is the sundance tribes, looking for jokers to cry tonight, to make heaven out of hell, to make believe, to make thou, shall thou ought halt to see.

Solemn
Im over with most,
done with explain.
If you still haven't got the point,
quit exercising your brains.