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"Which would be worse, to live a monster or die as a good man?" Shutter Island, 2010




Underneath the escalator near the pretzel stand a frowning clown pops balloons
in polka dot overalls holding a bassoon ferns in june helium harry
hounds jump over the moon a woman get pick pocketed by goons
emanating fumes this man takes a shit and leaves the room
consumed by the scrutiny of a scrutinizer so the monster inside him
becomes a super fighter see you're the liar laying traps in the way facts
making man question himself so he can play it back in his head
till he hates the image and creates a divot in the destiny of dominance
any monster who seeks to eat the virtue I will curse you and you're incompetence
place you in the dirt so the seeds that spring forth evict the waste that will birth you
the monster who becomes the godly of the tongue that's what they fear that's what they love
envisages of a sun dried prune on top of the scrapheap use this excuse to cover wounds
waiting on his immigration papers a man gets shot while flipping burgers doing service
enraged murder maskless man demanding him to hand the cash over
dogwood and chestnut coffins submerged among flowering lily's
seances in Tangiers felt awfully chilly indebted to the dead and they never paid respect
a frustrated mother shakes her colicky baby and breaks it's neck monsters made in flesh
the actions produced where comical lessen evil's emboldened excuses for depravity
dominating deeds left unspoken , eviction notice the locks on your door wont open
caressing hands, became cracking knuckles , hugs and kisses turn to scraps and scuffles
mixing tears with puddles , the one Who walked all night flashing lights spare the troubles
In the wake of legion rising mystery's remained unaccounted while the leaders hiding
tornado's of rage surround the faceless screaming let me in your cellar doors
but the good man keeps it locked knowing if they enter all will die with fury
on the hilltop village the scent of charred flesh smell like burning enamel at the dentist
the bearded lady hangs in the closet from a telephone cord in a floral kimono
no next of kin blue in the face a turntable plays africa from toto a head in a bowling ball case
A World of Shapes in craving Lust & devouring heart ache a man without doubt and shame
the friend you always wanted was a monster in the mirror without a name
evicted your shadow for greater flame weaker will, found my rhyme book in a storm drain
in the seconds of desperation realizing I need to kill smiling in hell's abode
So spoke the hard cold causeway, in the spiders web of carrots
contriving man on milk crates , his temper reflects his marriage
constrictive ladybug beauty of Belinda,carving figures into bounded timber
like a druid in the alps trekking in the heart of winter
into the bosom of the night , Lilith's army tugs my jester
looking into the eyes of the innocent , while destroying foundation
a smile of fear , prior to hesitation in groans & tears
dragging myself across cobblestone stairs , to prove my dedication
But she stretched out her starry Night in Spaces against me I slept like the children
I haven't met a monster who had the patience , in the void of concrete
A long Serpent, in the Abyss of conscious bias , augmented reality
Dragons breathe tungsten fires , wings camouflaged in dandelion
Flying machines reveal misery uncertain, the arsonist who hides behind the curtain
When those who disregard all Moral Things, saw the Mighty-king
Among the cornucopia of plastic grapes , still retain his awful strength
They wondered; checking their wild flames , how to get away with death..