Stoned Immaculate
by Anonymous
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Table of Contents
1. New Beginning
2. The Truth
3. Tabula Rasa
4. Tragic Irony
5. Dominant Theory
6. Planet in Waiting
7. Divine Tale
8. The Forsaken
9. Humble Serfs
10. Lament and Loathe
11. Corporatism
12. Prison Planet
13. Born into Bondage
14. The Fall
15. Patience
16. Faithful Poor
17. Sad Justice
18. Birth of Venus
19. Perception Burns
20. Bear no Malice
21. Sensible Times
22. Measles of Mankind
23. Wasted Days
24. The Inane
25. A Goddess
26. Little Lady
27. Chant du Cygne
28. A Dream
29. To Live
30. Ever-Changing
31. Your doing
32. Evil
33. Be Free Dear
34. Old and Bored
35. Ignorance
36. A Goodbye
37. Try or Die
38. Everyday
39. Divine Inspiration
40. A Thanks
41. The Infallible
42. Melody of Life
43. Pursuit of Nostalgia
44. Infinite
45. Primordial Parasites
46. Sweet Girl
47. For Liberty
48. Unbecoming
49. Delusions
50. Promise of Tomorrow
51. Oh my boy
52. Women’s Wail
53. Lonely Race
54. Ode to Hypatia
55. Waste of a Reasoning Race
56. Persistent Future, Perceptive Past
57. Went the Wrong Way
58. The Need for Pleasure
59. Nearing the End
60. The Antidote
61. Flowing By
62. Ce n'est que le premier pas qui coute
63. Theatre of Situations
64. Cognitive Dissonance
65. Das Kapital
66. Leichter gesagt als getan
67. Monetary Syndrome
68. Ideal Culture
69. A Feast of Lovers
70. SFSN!
71. Age of Ambiguity
72. The Burdened
73. The Conception of Guerillas
74. Momentous Days
75. Mean Ordeal
76. Something Different
77. My Mind
New Beginning
Run,
Run from the sorrow.
Better days tomorrow,
Tomorrow.
Run from the sacred ways,
Leave behind this senseless craze.
Come to my domain,
Unless you deem it profane.
The Truth
A blissful awakening
Awaits you my child
A story forgotten
Lost for a while
A story the ancients haven’t told
A story the zealous have fought to hold
The story of evil in their eyes
The story of reason and no more lies
Tabula Rasa
Forget your name,
And from where you came.
Enter a world,
With much less pain.
A world of wonder,
Awaits your eyes,
To see the blunder,
Made by our kind.
Tragic Irony
I’ve seen with my eyes
The horror that hides
Within the lies
Of divine ties
Spill the blood
Of misguided youth
Shun the ones
Seeking the truth
Do as you’re told
From stories of old
Search for salvation
In silver and gold
Dominant Theory
Here we are,
Through the ages come and gone,
Since the riches and the spare,
We formed this illustrious affair.
A contract of the free,
What it came to be,
No one could foresee.
Our guardian, our provider
In this garden, an outsider.
Here we are,
Slaves to our creation.
Planet in Waiting
For those still in waiting,
I have a message for you.
The time for debating,
Is long overdue.
Fearing the truth,
Confining reality.
Ignoring the youth,
Due to morality.
A scheme of tales,
That give us stability.
Must always fail,
And establish humility.
The answer is practical,
Transgress the traditional.
Nothing is radical,
Freedom is unconditional.
Divine Tale
Seven Sisters,
Seven Stars.
How they nursed me,
How they cried.
Ecstasy and liberty
Driven by my madness
Pleasure you call mystery
That rids me of my sadness
Worship not my changing name
Believe in that for which I stand
Devoted as my Dear Thyia
Devoting time,
For beauties prime.
The Forsaken
Forsaken,
They have spoken
The forbidden words
Forsaken,
They have taken
The forbidden fruits
Tell them it’s wrong
You’ve done no good
Leave us alone
You’ve misunderstood
Humble Serfs
The cocks and kings
That made us clowns
They clipped our wings
For shiny crowns
They stole the beauty
From us all
They throw us scraps
If we crawl
Lament and Loathe
Lament for the martyrs of youth
The satyrs of pleasure
The seekers of human measure
Lament for their wanton wisdom
Their fervor for passion
Their timeless form of fashion
Loathe the ones molesting truth
The ones who loom of death and gloom
The ones whose doom is always soon
Loathe their mission of submission
Their senseless inhibition
Their unwillingness to better their condition
Corporatism
All the institutions,
Share their prostitution,
For faith in worth and fame.
All their ardent armies,
Their uniformed cronies,
Dressed in silly suits,
They wear the fascists’ boots.
Prison Planet
I dream of escape
From the thick drape of dreams
I wish to escape
To a place of extremes
I think of places that exist
Perhaps Paris or Sarajevo
But there’s no ritz or saray there
Another place to be dismissed
No place for people like me
No place where we could live free
Just the jungle or the high sea
Escape the humans to live a humanist dream
&
nbsp; Forbid to forbid to live and let live.
Born into Bondage
A world of corruption
Precedes your induction
Scarcity and madness
Persuades your instruction.
You will learn their lines,
And worship their signs.
They will feast on your sweat,
And you’ll know no regret.
The Fall
Hear me yell the young Turks’ call,
The call that calls all men to cause!
Hear me tell the tale to all,
All who crawl through laws’ enthrall.
Hear the end of all dismay,
When natures call,
Brings the fall,
And reason runs the day.
Patience
You call me a fool,
You call me a failure.
I call you a mule,
You call me a dreamer,
Seeking the truth.
I call you a gambler,
Wasting your youth.
I have no blame,
Oh dear humanity.
Only my shame,
For your insanity.
Oh precious patience,
Which gives me my virtue.
My cruel torture.
My faithless fortune.
The Faithful Poor
If its proof you seek
For the fallacy of religion
You only need heed
Its divine decisions
For two-thousand years
It conforms and concedes
While science and thought
Evolves and succeeds
For two-thousand years
The ones most in need
Abundant in faith,
But faith does not feed.
For two-thousand years
The ones who love greed
Pleasured in sin
Yet had more then they need
Look around you today
And watch its remnants decay
An end to ignorance and ferocity
A return to reason and curiosity
Sad Justice
Huh,
More trials, more lies.
Justice, Justice cried the crowd,
Crimes of need, Crimes of life
Who’s to tame?
Who’s to frame?
Life path taken, not to blame
Archaic institutions full of shame
Mother, Father awoke the one.
This is how it’s always done.
Birth of Venus
The one they call my closest mate
The one who shares my certain fate
Crucial companion to my kingdom
Eternal Queen of all my wisdom
The one who bears beauties finest
With an eloquence and a kindness
We pondered the problems
We wondered the ways
We conquered the symptoms
Of systems decay
In this peace
We find release
A love that never fades
In a trance of a romance
In a glance, a dance
Infinite ways for our love to enhance
Perception Burns
Bloodied and tired
He ran though the fire
One last glance
Was this your desire?
Your nation is dead
Your hero a liar
Another idea
Burned in the fire
Bear no malice
Forgive me father,
For my troth to reason.
Forgive me mother,
For my worthy treason.
Can you ever really see,
More then a heathen,
You believe me to be.
Can you forgive my flagrant error,
That ensues your turbid terror.
But my error has no terror,
Only truth abounds me.
Sensible Times
Our youthful sight,
We revel in delight.
Our youthful might,
We rebels of the night.
We always trust in timeless pleasures,
Need no burden of your ancient treasures.
Your relics, your clerics,
Or, your ethics.
Measles of Mankind
Beware of people waving flags
They bring a plague of death and tears
They infect you with their fears
Right inside your little head
They will leave you dumb or dead
They will tell you pretty tales
Full of giant righteous males
Tales told by their fathers
After killing all their brothers
They will claim you at conception
Few more years of minds deception
They will dress you their attire
You will think it your desire
They will teach you trades in schools
The place they train their precious tools
They will teach you all their rules
The rest are useless facts for fools
Wasted Days
Have you forgotten?
Forgotten the lost lust
Have you lived?
Lived in disgust
Fight for another day,
To live for another yesterday
The Inane
Is life really a reflection?
Just a projection
In the mirror
Is it the clock maker?
Our life taker
Who reveals his mind,
To all of mankind.
Is history a plan?
Should we follow it blindly?
Or kiss it kindly
And say no thanks
I’ve had enough of your pranks.
I’ll break the reflection,
And start the resurrection.
Do we die or thrive,
Live or cry?
Whoever made this cast,
We call our past
Will they punish or forgive,
And let us live?
A Goddess
A potent goddess in my midst
A sweet persuasive little kiss
A maze in her eyes
A blink that bears my surprise
Can you sway her attention?
Through silly pretension?
And show her
My true intention
A gentle whisper I await
To guide me to my tender mate
An obsession in my head
As ecstasy fills my bed
Little Lady
Loving little darling of a lady
Living, Lusting
Leisurely Adjusting
Never too trusting.
Living in a world of pain
Much sacrifice with little gain
Numerous insecurities and little fears
Provided to her by her peers
The world at her feet
She looks up for defeat
Her very own prison
Maybe if you’re mind wasn’t so brittle
You wouldn’t be thought of as so little
Chant du Cygne
All death is glory
An end to a legend
An end to a story
The day I die
Daughters and wives
Will weep though their eyes
Hear their cries
Against my demise
Do not mourn me
Do not adorn me
Death is an illusion
A delusion,
A conception,
A perception of time.
A Dream
I dreamt of a dream
But a simple scheme
There once was a maiden
Forbidden and hidden
Cursed by verdict
Crimes of passion not the one
Nothing to be done
Sentenced, crying
They watched her dying
Help her!
Wept the lover
Is no one trying?
Elders of the island
Have made their decision
Girl is to be damned
By cruel precision
The townsmen have gathered
As is the tradition
Here now the maiden appears
Crowd silent no cheers
Faces full of tragic tears
The horse whipped into the ocean
The girl silent, hiding her emotion
A lover’s desperation
To savor his sensation
Death awaits her
To Live
Savor the life
The endless fight
As if the day is less important then the night
Prioritize persistence in the existence of fun
Ever-Changing
Indulge the precious need for pleasure,
Subdue the working need for treasure.
Feed the urge of inquisition,
Freedom needs your disposition.
Indulge the drive for your desire,
Inspect all that you acquire.
Dismiss the dogmas of tradition,
Archaic tools of superstition.
Your doing
Burdened like sons of agony and contempt
Torn like mad children on their dying breath
Forever will we stop and look
Forever will we bear the pain
Justice blundered insanely into our brain
Heavy of senseless information
Blinded by useless determination
Some will pray,
And get fucked by fate.
Others will say,
It’s what we create.
Evil
We know your secrets
We know what you did
You kept it a secret
For the reasons of sin
But there is no sin or fire