Oak McIlwain

So the tears of blood flow
I no longer need to know what you know
And have no need to go where you want to go

Your need to mate is much greater than the truth to create
You give in to fate in the shame of those others, second rate
You are no longer my friend; You know I’d love to pretend

Imagine me flying in eternity!

He is a fool
Over the edge of the mountain walking
And he has his eyes closed and
That massive inward grin on his face

Where is your soul my people?
Where is your soul my friends?

Do you enjoy your cage?
Or do you not even see the bars any more?

You’ve got my company but look at me with no trust
You’ve forgotten what it means to live
Fear is the blanket you sleep under every night
and it remains like a halo as you sip your tea
and the body holds the truth as you continue lying to me

And he grins in spakling coins
And you look on with a reptilian claw reaching out those gleaming eyes
All the while your voice betrays your blatant secrets

All along I thought it was me lacking courage
Then it all comes together and I see that you didn’t have the guts to be honest
And that you just fell meekly into line with the rest of Hitlers men

I just do what I’ve been told
I really don’t want them to come around
Oh no
Oh no. You know who you are.

There is no love here and there is no pain

Metaphysical Conjecture

Not quite complete. Posting so people can download to give me feedback.

If you rely on other people to define you. They will always define you as something limited.

First you must cast aside the opinions of others. Then you can experience yourself as truth; the unlimited.

Once you observe the threads of judgment, you realise that it is not the responsibility of others to stop judging you but your responsibility to become immune from judgment altogether. What people think about you is then irrelevant.

Creeping through the caves of old.
Searching for a rotting cadaver.
I want AIDS!
Let life kill you.

For millions of years I’ve wandered.
For billions of cult I’ve sod.
There is a darkness in her that’s hungry.
Sexuality.

On the seventh day there was blood.
And on the fourth she knows only sod.

Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!

I fucking thrust death inside you.
Spilling goatshit in troth!
Oh, it’s such a fucking mess.
Lean onto my throat and press.

Supposedly, she would hold a large butchers knife against the throat of the injured animal. Just before she orgasmed, the knife was thrust into the animal’s jugular. The blood would blossom. Once the animal had died, she would dismember the corpse and bury the pieces throughout her property.

Several months later.
The rotten limbs were exhumed.
She fucked the stench.
She.
Oh, shit, she was Goated!

And then, my friend, there was sod!
Goat of the living dead!

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Author: Buntz Doom

Forth: thine must be ushered.
Forth: into the conduct of Gringoid

It is imperative that the knowledge be imparted
Lest cast it away to be lost in the fire of time

Back in times of old
Whence barren women huddled around vulture corpses to feed
Was culted a way hidden from the lay man
The way of the gringoid

Spoiled was the vast land from the great ocean east
to the mountains, curving in a arch from west to north and east

Gone were the times of the banana paddle pop
The Twinkie; much culted, had dwindled in the lives of men

A rod was taken
and given and taken
A rod of sod
was given
Given and then taken
Taken; given taken

One lord of war was a devout follower of the ways
Blood was spilt
Through fear the lord held the sacred ground of sod
but in secret one of his cult deemed his testes foul in content
Years of fetid mcJizmo down a semi moistened passageway held sway
But in this event; the event of eventual dismay

Some say to be wary of Greeks bearing gifts
I say all but the gringoid shall perish

Those: foul women chewing vulture cartilage
Those: men who oppose the rein of sod
Thine: Becometh one with me oh demons, cast aside

A rod was taken
and given and taken
A rod of sod
was given
Given and then taken
Taken; given taken

infighting was plentiful

Riots: The last remaining Twinkies fuelled a violent uprising
Hidden: remained the last of the jewels of the old world
The holy rod in the well moistened passageway of the lord

Enshrined with all but the power to create
This is the divine fate of those who stand long

The heart of Hod
Shall lead the Gringoid
to the rod of sod

May it’s essence continue; unwaveringly
May the rod remain tainted; everlasting

Deepened.
Abyss of entrance.
With reverence, gaze unto the corn of ages.
With reverence, reduce yourself to a fine powder.
With social awareness, kill someone who is well-liked in the community.

I entered the abyss.
Faced with the corn of scorn.
I left.
Again, I entered.
I left…

I cannot wait to die.
I entered.
I left.
I often buy groceries late in the evening.
It’s a better way to shop, muchacho.

Oh, deepness is a virtue.

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Author: Andrew Buntine

Open the gate.

Thanks to the lion for being so nice
if only she came from the land of the spice

Exception rules when rules will hide
Of you and me whose laughs are tied
To break the mold of eyes confined
A timeless path; True endless mind

I looked into my own third eye
Then slowly I began to cry
It seemed the only way to solve this game
was to destroy or to create

am I a muse, a distraction an escape?
Is that why you needed me?
now you will see that what you thought you held
was just one more illusory world

Anyone who does not see
Hurts by the very nature of non-seeing
Raised only to function for society
Is it any wonder we are all empty?

When we inflict pain due to obstructed nature
Without knowledge of our action
Is simply changing a few causes of pain enough to liberate humanity?

And when the bell tolles
It all falls down
A marvellous miracle
of miraculous clowns

Heiled be, the sin of Sod. The Dark Abyss is throbbing…

Keep your daughters locked up.
In the basement.
For I am one one.
The nether-one
The foaming one.

The graveyard yearns for me.
Calls for the deepening are lusting for hills of yonder.
Orgies of putrid black gore, he responds.
Just me, I remark.
Oozing vile shit.
For the ones I cannot help but cult.

Join me.
Molester the fester.
In war, only the ancient felch is real.
Powdered ethnic for my pipe.
Sodomize the men first!

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This is just a small human-rights peice I am working on…

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Author: Buntz Doom

The secret is hidden in the very fabric of space/time
The moment is of infinite depth
The immeasurable is eternal
The insurmountable is illusory

Consciousness is space
Thought is matter
Just as matter dances within space
So does thought dance in consciousness?
They are two sides of the same coin

The individual is the doorway between heaven and earth
Human beings are searching for doorways without realising that they are a doorway
The true self is the whole (holy)
The body is god’s hand
Unconscious thought is divine obstruction
Conscious thought is a heavenly muse