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Wait for Funeral Chapel Bells (featuring Prof​.​)

from Synaesthetic Experiment 3253 by Twinn Zeus

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Twinn Zeus Prayer:
Looming conscious always hidden,
Fortress overrun security measures overridden,
Alloy angels artificial derision,
Island mental conditioned living,
Judgement rendered twisted sentence.

Renaissance, Twinn Zeus, Prof., and Grant Livesay respectively:
COME AT ME DEATH! YOU CAN TEAR UP MY BODY
HOLD UP MY BREATH...

Twinn Zeus:
I hear bells... and they're ringing... they awakened me into my being...

I make mistakes, and I admit it, livid attention spent questioning my desire for repentance
Listless, limitless, less than, broken hearts and soiled hands
Dirtied by demands for the normality of the enhanced
Beings, power by Duracell and sponsored by pious genes
Developmental league, legion of fictitious seeds, synthetic wet dreams
Milky white parasites, structured composite beams, seamless tees
Cool breeze and dark open seas, jugulars yearning to bleed, loins begging to breed
Squeezing, the remnants of sanity from the rigged soil, crumpled foil defenses
Healing, Lanced boil glimpses, swirling pensive, pus coated senses, lift lids fitting. Stratified roles and aches head splitting.
Tired of trying, battles of attrition and audible sighing
Lost in translation signing, signifiers trigger synapse firing
Can’t argue with myself, nothing left to give
Who’s left to kid, mind emptied and akin,
Of the murderous intent of alcohol soaked skin, leisurely commenting on the
Feasibility of mute connections drowning out the sound of dropping pins
Plunging into the pool of hatred, makeshift dried snakeskin casing
Rafts on turbulent emotions casting
Dove feathers flapping, out of dreams snapping, sacrificing happiness for the sake of my brothers.
Who’s leaving who’s if we turn our backs on each other

Prof.:
i've never seen a more beautiful machine
it's veins are made of plastic pumping:
plasma and caffeine...
we've got to keep up with it some how
so i propose a toast to those who go before us
into the new humanity
mix temptation with insanity
for science not for man and he i know...
i want the wind to blow and grass to grow
beyond the length that lawn mowers can tackle

COME AT ME DEATH, YOU CAN TEAR AT MY BODY
HOLD UP MY BREATH...

force me down low, make my friends grieve
though none of your powers can hold sway over me
for i'll love the life that i've left
and fall fast into the fractals of the sea

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from Synaesthetic Experiment 3253, released November 13, 2012

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