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Framed relativity of simultaneity; suppose the opposites attract? To be canonized, digitized, sequestered and desist; the mounting aroma of quietus in the halls, impressment of bodies in the beds, filing their lives to be systemized; as he awakens, he begins to materialize into the atmosphere where his dance turned into riot. Sirens, floodlights; an escape tonight….His flesh they’ll beat upon as he sublimates unsung and his eyes are filling up with red. His death, a completion, as his victory has just begun as his eyes are dancing with the dead.

The institution dreads the consequences of absconded patients. He won’t look back now, the question blooms where he couldn’t dignify their fucking answers. Cultural duress, yet he has begun where he can’t be won…. His flesh they’ll beat upon as he sublimates unsung and his eyes are filling up with red. His death, a completion, and his victory has just begun as his eyes are dancing with the dead.

Where the four walls he faced, padded and diffident, strained his social structure behind every word they said. He plans his great escape, careful, insidious, whether they understand; no, they would not understand his insanity for dissent.

No, they will not understand!

His flesh they’ll beat upon as he sublimates unsung and his eyes are filling up with red. His death, a completion, as his victory has just begun for his eyes are dancing with the dead.
His flesh they’ll beat upon, there is no other one, as his eyes are filling up with red. Yes, his eyes are filling up with red.

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from The Devil & the Throes of April, released August 9, 2012

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