The Confusionalist

Necro dancer, Necromancer
Douse me with your bloody pages
Trickle down madness
Empower me with sadness
Raise me from the grave

Evolve this body to mortem dwelling
Let us revel in a brand new damning day

Ah, the sweet stench of death’s scent
Tastes of famishing plague
Conceived again to breathe poison laden amends
As I rise above the lifeless slaves
Screaming orders for a crimson revolution
Leading a trail of bludgeoned disdain

Ah, Rotting through
Slashing, Impaling, Denigrating
Creating mass graves of landfilled rage
Equipped with black magic temptations
Turning mortals into rats
Marching them through a war torn maze
Invigorating the seduction of brainless hate
Celebrating an apocalyptic utopia
Where the sun has died
And haste has come to erase anything built with peace and love

Ah, the fog rolls on
Reddened by past dread
Ah, hear the dirge as it crescendos
Giving life to all vengeance
Veering off into genocidal hypocrisy

Thank you mere men
Thank you for stroking the egos
Of the heartless soulless puppets we put in your way

“Oh, I love you”
Do you not hear my black heart beating?
As it murmurs icy cold catastrophe
Upon the willing spirits conceived?

Ah, Seduced by death
Oh, how your own faith has forsaken you
You can never turn back
For the reaper has adopted your souls

Cannot change direction either
It’s all too late
The reaper messiah is now the master
Ruling all who tried molesting the grave

And where are your flesh wearing gods now?
As they destroyed the character of all humankind
They are on their knees praying to society to take their pain away

Ah, was it all worth it?

Sadly you raped freewill
But I guess nothing is ever good enough

May you all unrest in pieces

When ego is involved, the confusionalist always wins in the end


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/2/10

Mindscape

These inner Entities
Dirge for hope
Blood curdling screams
Crimson Utopia
Riding enigma
In the cleansing
Of my very own sanity

Ah, Death, Sweet Salvation
Creative bittersweet divine
In the cataclysm
Of my own design
As the lights dim
And a dark epiphany forms grotesque imageries

Spirits enslaved
From an early grave
Harboring such regret
Empowering this perishing soul
Cohesive in the dire
Of a misery Secularly famishing
Biographic myths

Oh, And then the skies reign blood
The Clouds cry out
For the slaughter of all mankind
Cleansing the wicked and righteous
Helping the environment adapt
Through toxic chaos

My Faith circumvents
This imagination grows diligently
Death becomes my religion
And the world becomes my own personal demise

Welcome to the new world order
Known as my mind


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
7/9/10