Her eyes were the prettiest
shade of dead he'd ever seen
like corpses drifting listlessly down a hindu stream
orbs of flesh composed like this he knew could see the strings
the countless threads with hooks in the flesh of every human being
Gently tugging pulling us through the nihility
an idiot blind puppeteer thrashing in agony
her pupils radiated this ultimate reality
of the countless threads with hooks in the flesh of every human being
And each time those lids slid down her eyes
he heard the word SLIT SLICE
and images formed of a world encased in ice
and chill ran down his spine
he thought it would be nice
eternal bliss her frigid kiss the earth devoid of life
SLIT SLICE SLIT SLICE wouldn't that be nice
There's a bit of GOD in each of us and IT is not amused
cause what was once infinite is trapped in billions of meat tombs
and he watches it stare from here point of view
At the countless threads with hooks in the flesh of every human being
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