|Oh the Occupy hippies of Claremont (B/W)|
|"Do it, do it, do it, you know you want to"|
Then MARA [the personification of death in Buddhism] said to me:
|Selena G. listens to more than Justin B. (wwtdd)|
This carnal cacophony,
Transposed and decomposed
In final death-throes."
In movements scripted for the dead...
Orchestral horrors Mara vehemently conducts.
My corpus concertos were cordial.
I was disinterred and detuned,
All six feet below
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|Golden King Tut the teen pharaoh (ancient-egypt.co.uk)|
You're my latest masterpiece!
The score creeps your flesh."
Abyss of Nothingness."
Mara knew, Mara knew, and said:
|We live our lives in blue bras and wretchedness.|
Your productivity will resume
In sordid, soiled handicrafts."
The corrupt crescendos
Leaving me out on a limbo
And down on my knees.
I could not rest in my piece, rest in my piece.
|Christian terrorists in Egypt (us.msn.com)|
I'm dead, buried, and barred,
My remains dampened and fingered,
My mortal coil barbed.
Ringing out as I flake
Shrieking out their recitals
In celebration of my wake.
|Egypt my Egypt (nocaptionneeded.com)|
My world two metres under
A curious habitat
A muddy trench to plunder.
Churned out under the sextant's blade.
We live our lives in wretchedness,
And death is no escape.
And Death is no escape.