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Mantras Of Self Loathing

by Bridge Burner

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1.
Cyclical impulse, the weight of pure defeat These fraying mantras of self loathing crushing me Blurring visions of bolts through straining palms Hypnotic silent chants of suicidal psalms Cursed repetition And I can’t fucking breathe Swept beneath the swirling filth of spiral thought Bent beneath the weight of the misery I’ve wrought Noose and knife delirium echoes in the trees Cancered gift of rotting blossoms brings me to my knees Cyclical impulse, the weight of pure defeat These fraying mantras of self loathing crushing me Blurring visions of bolts through straining palms Hypnotic silent chants of suicidal psalms Innate desire for self deconstruction Dark and dormant, or pulsating blind I don't know how else I can say this I hate myself and want to die I just hate myself and I want to die
2.
The dragging skin and bloodied gravel Revealing naught beneath Revolting tongue of carrion barbs Split on broken teeth Emasculate the feeble terror that seeps from every pore Re-educate the red blooded waste in the name of each and every "whore" Curse this nauseous indoctrination We see through the fecal smiles Redemption through fettered castration A fraying noose to stem the tide With gleeful anticipation, we watch the rotten writhe After the last putrid breath, we toss the heads aside Quartered, every worthless carcass, to sit upon the stake A vital lesson learnt, both birthed and passed in hate We live in a country where women are never truly safe. A country where one in five women have been the victim of a sexual assault, often before the age of sixteen. A fraction of the reported cases result in conviction, with countless women suffering in silence. This rape culture starts and ends with you and I. You owe it to your mothers, daughters, sisters and lovers to smash this culture with an open hand and iron fist. With an open hand and an iron fucking fist.
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Alabaster actions echo, deafening your fellow man Felling shaking limbs while they try to stand Carbon copied preened existence, silver spoon to polish tooth An arrogance that warrants pulling from the root Still your tongue ivory knave, rank ignorance defined Self-serving caste of blinkered meat, beneath the filth and “swine” We spit upon this privileged existence, these vile obstinate beliefs Monolithic misguided thinking, unjustly proud, the foul elite Step from your crumbling tower, see the rocky streets beneath Existence of oppression bequeathed Uneven footing from bloodied birth, life defined by tainted odds By these corrupt suppressive gods
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No hope Every single good intention, spent and pissed away Generations past and future, born and raised in nausea and shame Revelations blinding, beneath the fading light Mammal locust frenzy, disgorging fetal blight This rotting world is buckling beneath the weight So I'm burning every fucking bridge that comes my way The hopeful heart that once thud beyond miserys thrall Now murmurs with disgust, in the gutter with you all No hope

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released April 27, 2016

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