The Unwilling Unfilled, The Dreading Death, and The Convoluted Confusion: Orchestration 1
Prelude:
Take me away from here.
Take me the fuck away.
All of the world’s joys are devoid of me.
There is only fucked up fear.
Show me the way.
What am I suppose to do?
How am I suppose to carry on?
I wait, but there is no serendipity.
I stare at my fucking shoe
And I wish I were fucking gone.
Zeroth Ending [First Strain]:
Who the fuck are you, motherfucker?
What’s that, cocksucker?
You’re going to spend the rest of your fucking life looking for cunt?
Ha! You are nothing more than shit, this is what you are:
A Goddamn Prick, Cunt, Faggot, Shit, Motherfucker;
An Incestuous Asshole, Bitch, Bastard, Fuck, Cocksucker.
I don’t know, maybe a whore or a slut.
Fuck off.
First Ending [Second Strain]:
FUCK! I am going crazy!!!
Someone, please, just take me away!
Who are you to make me stay?
NOOO! Damn it. Shoot me.
Or else someone else will be.
It’s suicide.
Or genocide.
Interlude:
Why? Just rip my motherfucking heart out.
Do this, because there is no other route.
Second Ending [Third Strain]:
Wow, I am so high right now?
And who the fucking shit are you?
I guess if you were black you would be a nigger.
If you were pale and red-headed you’d be a ginger.
If Jew? A kike.
Lesbian? A dike.
O well, it does not fucking matter who you are,
I just know that I am fucking baked.
O sweet Jesus! It’s a pedophile fondling a baby…
Blackness and Oblivion, I am in.
O what the fuck, give me some gin.
Third Ending [Fourth Strain]:
Fucking never-ending cycle.
Because what will I be?
Fecal matter?
Offal matter?
Reincarnated as a piece of shit?
Transmigrate to a shithole even more shittier than this?
WHAT IS IT?
O Fuck.
Postlude:
La-lalala…
Of Madness and Of Blood:
Mystic Mausoleum to Searing Sanctum—
Embodied Evil to Feeding Fuel—
Writing Writer or Narrating Narrator—
Lying Lies and Tumultuous Ties—
Telling Truth in Reeling Ruth—
Oedipal Obscenity to Searing Serenity—
Voiceless Verve for Restless Reserve—
Upon Winter and Summer,
Of flight and night,
From Earth to Earth,
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,
What, my friend, is there to Trust
When, at you, all of the World gnaws.
They will consume with its insatiable jaw.
Transcendence and Immanence,
Rhythm and Rhapsody.
Schism and Sodomy.
This must be an acid trip.
All I want is a sip.
In such of Delirium and Axioms.
Of Insomnia and Diarrhea.
What have I done?
It has begun.
La-lalala…
