Disturbia

Shook like this hard for me
Hard to swallow
I have been to a bizarre land
Met a new race
Beings without brains
Possessing mind craters
Possessing
Souls and moles
And breeding hearty demons...

Eight are the tentacles of the octopus
Eight legged spindly spiders in it weave
Fat bellied bowlegged crooked
Bowls
Of precise geometric deception.

Moon lands where leaps
Leave horizons
Infinite horror floating in vaccum
Miss you Earth
Stability mother pulling close to her womb.
I see a beautiful moon
Howling vilifications
Greetings from outer space
Radio waves crackling with complexities that are static
My heart microwaved
Isn't heart anymore
Has it evolved
Devolved?
I vouch its extant as something still brews feelings
A rich witches brew sinful to swallow
Gleefully cackling glasses of morrow
I am soaking up shaking with it
Shaping my
Soul stasis
Brain stems up to shame me
Data type mismatch
Word  doesn't exist in vocabulary
Rendered redundant in rendezvous with desire.

Shame is the dinosaur recreated for Jurassic theme parks...
genetically modified by multinationals
deciding our  diet.
Blame it on the fruits of
pre coded helix, germination of life
Decoded before birth.

Destiny ate the desserts
Now Desert lands of destiny.
The darkness is eight legged
Never forget how it began.

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