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Primal Fear

Drunk and unconfident
Spit like I’m robbing you
Bitch I’m the Babadook
I spoke and you croaked
Building a boat
Arc of the covenant
Mark what is coveted
Or all will be lost
I’ve seen where the sun will end
Villages plummeted,
Scenes of your loved ones in chains,
Patriot pains, laying in the dirt
Birth of a nation of dirt
Winter is coming, not slow,
But billowing - cumulonimbus
Rats resembling their filaments, [1]
Lights don’t crackle anymore, just breathe
Die like you lived for nothing
Give just to tell you one thing
Life is a miracle.

Keep my eyes round my neck in a jar
I know what you are
What keeps you up at night

If a tree falls in a forest
but ain’t nobody hear it
is it worth speaking on?

If an undocumented immigrant dies
and no one notices,
did it happen?
If the government says every immigrant
they arrest is a criminal,
is it true?
If i show up in a mask and tactical gear,
AR in gear, and chuck her in my truck
with 3 letters on my chest
and no one stops me,
did it happen?
If your mom stands up for a stranger
and gets blast charges on her door,
is it worth speaking on?

Keep my eyes round my neck in a jar
I know what you are
What keeps you up at night

Whites spy stock charts like the auspices
Money split the block apart - tight margins
Honey hit the rock soft - light parted
Keep running from the light darling
What light from yonder window brings
Pitiful things - wonder what a blight
The night will bring -
non-diegetic choir sings

Cooped up in the stu, watching lain in the dark
shadows clash against the projection
gallows splashing him with tallow
burdening the birds less hallowed
Lain released me from Plato’s cave
But left me in the forest
When Virgil [1] [2] came on bended knee
Half those men he sent leave
I could never get free
My PC’s been mothering me
I kiss her goodnight, she’s buttering me
Up, like a puppy she’d swaddled,
never left her alone,
Abyss been mirroring me [1]
Bliss and alight, whether we’ve
Ever been alone, ever, at all,
All sense of self at risk of withering
There could be no image at all
behind such heavy handed dithering

Keep my eyes round my neck in a jar
I know where you are
What keeps you up at night

Keep my eyes round my neck in a jar
I know what you are
What keeps you up at night

Suggested Readings

  1. Nietzsche, Friedrich. Thus Spake Zarathustra. 1883
  2. Nietzsche, Friedrich. Beyond Good and Evil. 1886
  3. Triangle Staff. Serial Experiments Lain. 1998
  4. Olenius, Roope. Kyrsyä – Tuftland. 2017
  5. Fujimoto, Tatsuki. Chainsaw Man. 2018
  6. Kent, Jennifer. Babadook. 2014