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by Remorseful

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1.
Crumple 16:53
Ungrateful, ungraceful without warmth. Pulling deeper into shroud of one's own making, pulling down. We know what to do with you before you replicate. Smother flame. Only sincere guidance will bring you out of hiding. All the things you see you project from inside. No more. Not any more. You won't learn until it's too late. Compassion will fade. Fountain runneth over with blood unloved. Seeping. Scrape stain. Snuff out. Wipe clean. Let go. Feel the burn on your hands and your legs and your neck and your head and your arms, because I do. Wait. Must Wait. Must wait for life. Disfigure, deplatform, erase, dispose. Tides in the sea of cracks forming on your face, willingly infecting, swollen. You fall in the same rot I stepped out of. I was once pathetic, I know. Walk. Walk forward into your uncertainty and crumple.
2.
In feral hands, I die. Soaked in flesh of fascist corpses, I bathe. Observing human sense forgotten, we repulse you. Keep silent when in their garden to infect. Dissolve the well into rubble with none left. Stop the spread falling through the holes in you. Winding corridors leading you astray. I will reveal corruption. Forced open, vulnerable, the light stings your body. Grow pale in solitude. Shriveled mass, neglected heart, falling mind, self-preserve life-sacrifice. All for naught, you justify. Intoxicated, mal intent. Falsely blinded feelings swept. The spiral never ends with you, does it? We'll claw our way to the back of the chain, pulling the plug on the visage you've done. Pulling strength in numbers until we're breaking fingers. Our movement is bigger than us. Creating disillusionment as your guide will only hold water tainted by your mind for so long before it follows signs buried by mothers fallen, exhumed by fathers dead. The paths fall silent with no trails here, stemming from holes dug by idle hands. Time stops without a solution for you. Into the void your feelings cast, destroyed. The final hours with the impetus.
3.
The Stomach 13:58
Now it churns. Aimless, wandering for guidance. Tangled in feeling rejected. Caught in impulse, motivation for validation without weak. The primal pulsing inside your body fueling. The search response is fruitless with your toothless fucking will. So you tap into filth, thrusting out your disgusting id. More coal for a hopeless flame. Its filth, its luster, its hateful lust. Pulling your victims by their arteries, knowing they'll submit to whatever makes them tick. Ruining the intimacy of generations who follow through to bolster you and your pitiful shape. Hungry writhing mass sweating out the stress. Leeching weeping pest placing blame on those who make your nest. The hole into which you waste their bodies, we will cast you. To fester, to age and wither away. Just like you have done to their hearts. Set up for failure all because you couldn't see outside yourself, just like they did to you. We're not surprised. Pathetic. The cycle repeats; you just couldn't break it. How could you? You were never strong enough. My already-dead hope is now dust. Spencer, Heimbach, Kessler. Take out the leaders. We need them burnt to crisp. We see their head on a stick. We'll sleep when they're all dead. Pull up from the root to kill the weeds. Take out the shades of cancer. Bite the bullet. Taste the barrel.
4.
Stashing clasps, plates of armor no one needs, for wars no one fights but your own, only against yourself. The teeth gnawing their tongues out of their heads. Purposeful reminder of the taste. This is what they wanted, or so they thought. No escape in the house you've made. No hiding in the ruin they've built to protect themselves, and their elders, and their feeders, and their thought process. You can't escape for relief, relief from yourself. The patterns you've built locking yourself into the cold. Stand corrected. Sometimes, to act right, we need to commune with the outside, but you just can't go face the truth if you don't want to be changed. Change. Crumple, through no pollution, the stomach to stand corrected.

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released September 15, 2019

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Remorseful is communist, antifascist, and intersectional feminist.

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