The details we choose to omit are those I remember to include.
can i capture some of God’s rapture?
give me black paint lacquer.
going punk thrasher.
i’m a hacker,
breaking in after you attack my plaster.
my revenge matters.
i am gonna guess that the energy i feel is a surge right before i get depressed.
rally all my troops into their death.
let it burn.
start the fire out of stress.
then i get it drenched in gasoline.
i don’t go for soda i get ethanol and methylene.
if you order bleach,
you’re behind me.
don’t you worry,
my disintegration was a quicker leap than a door to seat in an auditorium the size of downtown’s crematorium.
if you haven’t had the pleasure to go free up a soul consortium,
expect a loud cloud,
but no gory dump.
we get messy when alive,
but when we leave,
there’s no allegory crumb.
– D K T