Your soul wanders an endless maze...
“I know what you have done, and what you are yet to do, but it’s alright because I’m inside you now, we are one but I am many”
”better ingredients, better pasta, thats the power of the home depo”
"Tiny, Shining holes in the sky.
Delicate, perfect emptiness.
Black, growing absences of life.
Cold, swarming death.
And we shall become them."
"To become a puppet is to rid oneself of the pain and harshness of choice. Now nothing you do is your fault, now you belong to something... You belong to me..."
"My children drowned. So I took theirs for mine.
I sew them all up, with long silver twine.
I use my wood drill, to bore out their eyes.
Speak not my child, I'll silence your cries."
"And I saw, from eyes that were not mine.
And I felt, with a fear I could not reason.
They watch us, they invade us.
And keep us happy, committing treason.
To a King we didn't deserve.
To a Son who waits weeping.
That I knew, from knowledge gained while sleeping."
"And as I slept, and as I grew.
Something stirred, both root and sinew.
I cannot eat, nor can I starve.
A face on the great tree did I carve.
It spoke to me, it whispered things.
It demands more life, demands more rings."
“TO TAKE THE DEAD TO TAKE THE DEAD TO TAKE THE DEAD TO TAKE THE DEAD TO TAKE THE DEAD”
"Now you have nothing to fear.
Now you have nothing to think.
Follow your selfish desires.
Follow your natural instinct.
After all you're just an animal.
It's much easier than trying to think."
”You are more then just an animal.
Use the soul you’ve been given.
Take responsibility for your actions”
"With every bite with bone and skin.
The temple groaned and shook again.
His dwelling place did I neglect.
To the end with bad effect."
”Belive in god, but question the teachings of men”
"Dark worms scream inside my brain.
Begging me to eat again.
Hearts, and blood, and bile, and soil.
I must consume to end turmoil."
"Your fear allows me to enter your mind.
Your obligation allows me to control your hands.
Your reason allows me to break your eyes.
Your guilt allows me to loosen your neck.
Your expectation allows me to hide the truth.
Your tendencies have allowed me to make you"
"Don't get up before Saturday."
"You awake in a wasteland not meant for you.
The ground underneath you screams.
The sky above violently pulls you.
And the air around you presses down,
trying to worm its way in."
“Scarlet burning holes are placed into the skin
and flesh rebound into an unfamiliar form.
Molded into something new, the husk reshaped
into a skin more accepting of the howling void.”
"Form within form writhes and pulses.
Skeletal sinews stretch outward from beneath the skin wrapped around it.
It pulls until the skin's elasticity fails ultimately.
From these small holes the tendrils of bone finally escape.
You are finally free of this constricted bag of flesh."
"A "wicked nasty" child was thrown into a pit.
No food, light or water was ever given to it.
Punishment was dealt, without mercy or hesitation.
As if justified by faith, or ownership from creation.
It was no righteous act, it was hellish, demon sent.
Eventually all will find out, in eternal torment."
”ELECTRIC TETHERS TORN FROM SKIN
GASEOUS BLOOD ESCAPES WITHIN
BONES BEGIN TO BURN AND SHAKE
LEAVE THE BODY THAT YOU FORSAKE”
”THE BURNS BOILED AND GROW UNTIL THEY BURST INTO TINY HOLES
OF WHICH THEY COULD FINALLY CRAWL OUT
INTO THIS WORLD.
YOU HAVE BECOME THE GATEWAY.”
”YOU ARE A FOOL”
"It's a hole made for you to enter"