Genocide

[Geno]

Title: Aphasia

I thoroughly understand what its like being lost, lights being off
The anti-christ is slightly involved, despite ur study on the writings of god
when the doctor shrinking ur head claims your distantly awkward
And the whispering through the hypno really isn't the doctors
It sounds like its not words, nd ouija boards became ur escape
Cuz whatevr responds correlates with ur nature to hate
Ur voice box concocts slurrs nd writings paint demonic Thomas Kinkades
Psycologists saying its safe, moms and pops in debate..
Cause the look in your face plainly displays they should probably pray
But you've forgotten ur faith, and now its out of the question
Completely gone, with ur cross hung upside down from ur necklace
The priests are not allowed in your presence, for doubting their message
Soon as u can, proudly profess what cowards talk about in confession
The essence of exorcisms all you smell in the air
Looking like an elegant heir to whatever hell has prepaired
Certain depth in your stare suggests ur not about to awaken
Out of the nurses mouth is you've come down with aphasia
Bound by clouds of pain nd can't explain how unbalanced ur brain was..

For days at a time, been in the basement studying paganist
Never been swayed either way, your somewhat of an athiest
The drugs you've been taking with alcohol are about to dissolve
The raw effect on your gaul bladder has your mouth in a staul
Something about the wall in front of you is fucking with you
Stood up and tried punching it through, its to stubborn to move
A headbutt was the true test of how intoxicated you are
Obviously taken to far, until your head and face are ajar
Parents devastated, the mistakes you've been making are blatant
The medicines you've taken leave you presently wasted
Instead of complacent and placid your acting from madness
The size of the gash in your eyebrow is traumatically massive
Dads always imagined you'd take this path due to genetics
But never construed in his head it would be such stupid incentives
Lucifers legend presented the confusion and substance abuse
interviewed devils nd demons nd never knew what was coming to you
The uncomforting news, from social services and doctors alike..
The brain damage you've managed to accomplish is a problem for life

Title: Dead Pirates Log

..arrived at the scene with dive team six, men, this is it, the find of a lifetime, sick, beneath these drifts, a ship, so deep we've missed it at least three trips//get your suits zipped -explore those waves, and caves, remember its a grave -behave, be brave, consider yourselves saved// were paid -ironic, from here on in were giants, living on gins and tonics, get your bags n boxes, I wanna hear your splashes -sploshes// bring back the captains comments -adventures, words, I wanna know who died when this vessel burned..

Hours go by -couple heads submerge, I can sense concern, squirm, nothing yet we've learned// more men return -excitement grows, yohoho, daylight explodes, night unfolds, I hear the hoist controls// its cold -my breathe is real, just then, a huge treasure chest reveals, sealed, as men become dogs, wait a second -heel// my reflections teal -and metalic at times, I've jumped in -supervised, but I've had it with dives, I just had to survive, last time, grab the bar and pry, crack the chest -visualize what we have inside..

ayyye..
These are dreams come true, golden pieces -jewels, call us thieves or fools, but were each consumed, doomed// soon to be missed, it hits, beneath the moon in the mist, what I wished, the captains log falls loose from the lid// its a gift -its the highest of high, but its defiance of pride, I read the first page -cried, these were pirates who died, but I'm fine// I'm allive -but its worse, its the purse, pirate books always tied to a curse, and it works, it unearths the worst version of birth// its inert -and retsrains, its to late -read the page...

Pirates Log, Entry 1.
I've danced with devils, on a romantic level, manic -mental, truelly a dead mans stencil, panic on the canvas, pencilled// vengeful -never backed down in war, alcoholic hoard, my bounty soars, cant count the victims I've found with swords// I'm a crime lord -on the seas I sail, prevailed, come wind, rain, sleet or hail, those who tried to defeat me failed// I'm a tall tail legend, of the worst descendants, I've surfed the seven, raped -returned, and she gave birth to peasants// my words are weapons of the sharpest kind, my bark is dry, between hell and high water's where I walk the line// divine -if you find these notes I've written, your comatose in minutes, can't provoke forgiveness, to open page one is to be cloaked in thickness// where the holy ghost's forbidden -no excuse..

Pirates Log, Entry 2.
Seen death in numbers, hundreds, the kind only known to the best of hunters, ginsus, but I must continue to run this ships crew// stay true to my hand -I've illuded the sands of time, climbed through bullets to stand, brutal advance, through an avalanche of cannon balls, pulleys and clasps// fully detatched, as I write -were under attack, our mast collapsed, but I've come to adapt -relax, skull and cross bones on my flag// show that I'm mad -possessed, my boat has been wrecked, I know that I'm next, my death, I wrote it in text, and those who open this chest// open a hex -a curse, this message is yours, death sentences, nerves, the end of the earth, where everything burns// my vengeance returns -brutally so, in its usual dose, of musical notes, I wrote this story wearing lucifers clothes.