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Body Snatchers
02:48
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Slip into consciousness to the moist dim hall. Lights lining the floor cold to the touch. Slipping back and forth in and out of sight. Lost inside my mind. Fear for what's real. They know I'm awake. I try to escape but they've got me. They reach with their hands. Dragging me through the slime as they peer into my eyes, no recollection of how I was snatched from earth. They want me for research but they can't have me just yet. Experimentation is not on my agenda. I found the worm hole to transport me to safety. Bright flashing, Kurt shakes me. Now I'm back under the stars, out in the front yard.
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Clutch Your Crucifix
01:38
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Kiss it, clutch it, press it to your head. This crucifix will clean your mind. Free yourself of your "so hard life". Don't let dead weight pull you down. Bend and stretch the words you say. Fit every part. Make them all smile. Chameleon. Change any time you need new skin. Go on living your mock life. Finally lifted of all the disease. It’s like clouds have opened up. No more useless argument. Begin a chapter we can read and in the pages we can find brand new sights and better times. You don't even come to mind. Glad to leave it all behind. Live everyday with the shame on your sleeve. I suppose this is what happens when your head grows in size. And before you know it you're too big for your own britches. So long, best wishes.
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The Green
01:22
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Deep in the green there is a collection of people who live day by day with no worries of any kind. Hidden in the trees is where they will stay until they are forced from the grounds that they walk upon. And in the dark distance torches line it up and down. Their world has been found and is no longer safe and sound. Did we honestly think we could stow away this society. The villagers peek through the doors while the growing glow casts over the leaves. Gasping in awe at the sight of something never before seen. The men all surround the perimeter, blades at their side and plans to snatch but nobody’s gonna run anywhere. These blood thirsty fools have met their match. Reach to the sky, summon protection from fallen ancestors. Up from the ground turning the thick wooded setting from green to red. The remaining bodies pulled into the muck and hung up in the trees to leave the fortress suddenly silent and buried by leaves. If you see it it’s best to turn and look the other way or you will be swallowed whole by the green.
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Swan Supper
01:51
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A bums night out. Cold and clouded, cats and dogs come a pourin out. I blow the air through my teeth, and take a pull of orange jubilee. Warming my hands over the fire, my lost mind and stomach tend to bend my desire. No dumpster or trashcan will feed my need for the flesh I've been craving across the pond. Stumbling down the brick path, I lick my chops and stick to the shadows. The white figure in the moonlight glides across the water as the bushes keep my presence unknown. Eyes wide, stomach empty. Time stands still as I wait for all my patience to pay off. The swan hops up on the shore with all its grace. Quick to pounce I snap its neck and let the blood pour down my face. So much warmer than bathing in my own piss. Dragged off into the cold night it’s plucked and torn limb by limb. Fully consumed. Nothing left but a pile of bones in the bushes and a cloak of feathers to keep me warm.
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Corpse Feed
00:52
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Ready for the busy night. The fogs settling in. Shovels over shoulders we march up to the gate and take a step inside. Set the lanterns atop of the headstones. Begin to break through the earth. Piles of dirt and empty holes. Drag the caskets out from their resting place. I'm glad to see you're lookin well. Corpse feed. Gather around the table, it looks like you could all use some meat on those bones.
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Test Subject 19
02:10
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Night turns to morning through my sleepless eyes. Down underground where the sun don't rise. Left alone with my research. In the lab with bolted doors, the fascination is what keeps me here. Classified subject 19. Contained but only for the time being. A few more tests need to be done before I can get a glimpse of sun. You're dozing off again. Red alert. Eyes shoot open. Rush to find the specimen has gotten free. The beads of sweat roll from my head and on down to my neck. Frozen in place I hear it breathing. Close the door and hit the gas, it’s a damn shame but it has to be done, cause if it gets out there's nowhere left to run. Press delete and burn the rest.
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