Death DiesDeath dies in the end,Death Dies by The-Orifice-Oracle
When even time cannot mend,
And your ashes mix with that of a dear friend.
As the trends slowly unwind,
And governments are in a bind;
Our fate has been signed.
People cling to their God,
Hoping to find shelter underneath the wings of the flawed,
Only to realize it’s all just a fraud.
They walk by faith,
But pray to the wraith.
United by faith they may stand,
But the true holy land
Is under the government’s brand.
Exploiting the people’s belief,
They dispense fake relief,
And spit upon the weak wallowing in their grief.
But everything must finish life’s race;
Everything must fall from grace.
And as the governments tumble,
Against God, a resounding grumble.
With them, Christ will crumble.
You think this is a theocracy?
That’s just hypocrisy.
On the brink of war,
A great flood will pour,
And amidst all the gore,
A lone child will find solace beside the whore.
A secret oath they’d have swore,
Teaching the child to abhor.
Will I Follow?From the tree’s hollow we crawl;Will I Follow? by The-Orifice-Oracle
Born to bawl,
The truth of our origins we’re forced to haul.
Finding comfort among the mass,
Together, we choked on reality’s gas.
Stripped of all identity,
We melded into one entity;
United, we breathed in serenity.
Drowned out by the deafening roar of our cries,
I realized that I was a part of the flies.
From the mouth of my descendant
Come hymns praising our defendant,
Portrayed resplendent and transcendent.
But the truth
Is never pure in the eye of the sleuth.
Made to doubt;
Made to tread the unholy route;
Made to survive amidst knowledge’s drought.
Now I know
And with enlightenment I glow.
The error of our ways, I want to show.
Burrowing into my brother’s skin,
“What have I become?” with a grin.
The reason we bleed
Is the same we plead
Till all we have left is to cede.
My family looked at what I had done,
But had no choice but to condone.
For the tears my brother had shed
Were in their stead;
(The World) Belongs to HimThe door was locked tight. It wasn’t moving anytime soon without a key or a good kick. Towels and even toilet paper were stuffed in the bottom gap. The Parents were thoughtful enough to include a separate bathroom for me, The Child. Nevertheless, the stomach-churning stench of meat slipped through the cracks and assaulted The Child’s nostrils. My nostrils.(The World) Belongs to Him by The-Orifice-Oracle
Everyday. Day in, day out. A daily occurrence.
It began manageable enough. Just around six o’clock, what would be dinner time for some. There used to be some consistency; not to mention a friendly reminder: The Father, roaring back to his abode in his shit-box. He always came back with both that stench and that promise.
“I’ll get you guys out of here. The company’s risen out of the dust like the daily bread, I tell ya. I’m gonna hit it big tomorrow, I swear!”
His job was the reason he lived. The Family was merely the backdrop. He lived to see another day where he could hang up his old m
It's a Wonderful LifeI lay motionless, my back propped up against the head of the bed. The linen sheets were soiled with a mixture of blood, urine, and fecal matter. The cam was still recording, its glaring red light burrowing deep into my eyes. The pain was extraordinary, but the fact that my assistant hadn’t bailed already was a vital source of comfort. I wasn’t alone.It's a Wonderful Life by The-Orifice-Oracle
I couldn’t speak, but I could very well imagine my obituary as much as taste the paper on my lips. Water sprang from my mouth at the thought of eating once again, and it stung the core of my infected tongue. I tried to dispel it, but I couldn’t resist. There went my daily meal—the maggot feasting on my gums. Scrumptious.
Not a week ago, He had decided what He was going to do with his life. He had ran out of cards to play (families were always rising and falling in America). In a matter of days, He had crawled back to siphoning his family’s money. He had to think of something to get Himself back on tra
Shot out of my mother's clit soon enough ("WHAT YOU THOUGHT WAS YOUR DADDY, WAS NOTHIN' BUT A~♪"), I guess. Took up the pen soon enough, too. ._.|
"My sword's big enough as it is. ;D"
If only forging your own universe was as easy as verifying your email. But, hey. I'm here. ._.