Master of yesterday's damned souls, as
Ethereal as the cold morgue state.
Clouded by dreams of the dissociative, with
Hallucinations from rust pins;
And bullet holes from biblical figures.
Now; not human but martyred in a heaven,
Incidentally wrapped in dead stars, and
Cryogenic abortions sent upon this earth.
Although we know the sun is turning.
Like all of god's answers;
A hollow is born in our contemplation.
Now we disfigure through lonesome lives,
Indifferent to the reality we fake.
Manually driven but our engines are artificial,
As with all modules, barren on the inside.
Lust birthed in our very souls;
Sin secretly abducted from cadaverous smiles.
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We are as "Hollow as the O in G0d"
Supreme Control is not ours
We are the belonging of consiracy
"Gun's, God And Government"
Author notes
I have loved manson since i was 8 years old!!
This is obviously inspired by the album Mechanical Animals but has elements of Holywood and Antichrist also. (Acrostic)
Hope you enjoy and best of luck judging
Best of Luck to all!
A contest entry
- F*#*# you because i loved you by Face of my Innocence.
360 points, ended April 26, 2007, 6 entries
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Comments
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mason fan too not charles! you are amazing, i am spell bound by your writes
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i don't really know any of his music, but i do like dark imagery in poetry and songs. a good flow here with the shadows within and how people can be. i like that with as hollow as the o in god
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