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Thank God there’s only one of you

I’m striving for a better form of survival

THE MEANS AREN’T AVAILABLE without the threat

I finally understand what could make a man run

Chasing my tail, I have it now

SO MUCH WORSE than first thought

Split my breast plate and pry me open like a casket gasping for death

Allow the curious sun into the cavity and relieve me of privacy

As I’m peeling off my scalp

Bloodsteam rushes into God’s eyes and clots his vision

He pleads, “No!”

I reply, “Just wipe your eyes, and continue to watch me as I disassemble the prison you’ve built for me

You’re going pale and clammy

I have never seen a God vomit

So just puke!”

Disinfect the soul

If sunlight is the greatest disinfectant

Then I’m sure that this will hurt

Swelling, seizing, shucked raw and exposed

I disinfect the soul

I’m down in a hole but far from a grave

I’m down in a hole but far from a grave

Standing skinless I’m ready to behave

Now I’m in control

Disinfect the soul

Now I’m in control

Disinfect the soul

Now I’m in control

Disinfect the soul

Now I’m in control

Time to disinfect the soul

I have always been afraid to bleed out at the wrong time

Always afraid to improve myself

Always afraid to have a higher goal

Forgoing the whole, now I’m in control

I disinfect the soul

Ripping out the bones

One by one

I toss them aside

Observe me

Pick at me

Stomp on me

I am everything I need to be

Finally suffering carefree

Blood and guts