Fanglorious

Unmesh the cords of reluctance they collide with unsplit atoms

Inbreed your desensitization uncoil the cervical spine

Increase the synaptic structure compound your inner ego

Intelligence is not a matter of taste. Somebody plug me in



I've got no imagination, I've got nothing left up here

I'm so bored with everything

Passionate for nothing moved by no one



Dead cells. Silence.



Regurgitating scholastics I could rewrite your history

Means nothing moths to a flame firebranded genius filthy liar

I am the eleventh soldier gods gift awakened curse

Like all the terrors before me you never saw this one coming



Before the lepers embalming session

Requires me to attend to greater things

I will possibly consider thinking about

Maybe saving your diseased ridden race