Reaping what we sow Heat gathers underneath Phantom ground below Highway tears, pleas Sickness, rain through the trees Awakened in a place named redemption Heard the words of our fathers Sticky, sour and aggressive A hush, a murmur Emotionless kisses Lines between this world and the next Open, pull us in We have a choice to return Hardened hands on the mantlepiece Yellow eyeballs, blue lips Let my people rest, sing for them
Hunger burn fire Lightning in my soul A time for dying and living Crush the skull of the skeleton Grind it into blood wounds And be born again, in darkness Time frozen in the universe’s belly Insects descend upon the castles Feast on corpse-lovers and decay-queens Let me have this final chance to say That there’s no going back
Here’s another piece of AI-generated art inspired by my poem “Blood-Black Heaven Fantasies.” The art was generated by using the program, Night Cafe. Here’s the text from the poem:
You are my last hope in this rotting city of thieves The only gore-angel that I still believe The agony and venom that I receive Makes me love this sugary disease Nightmares, visions, cries, and dreams Your splendor brings me to my knees I left the city, my feet aching, left you far behind I followed the scar-faced vagabond who was deaf and blind To the slaughter fields where I thought I could find The grave of my father and my tribe which has been confined Alas, you followed me there, your eyes seared and shined With the ferocity of a hundred demons and the spirits of war We marched among the living and stepped over the corpse Of the burning man who burns no more And the deity children who dared confront us I am no longer a man but a beaten down animal I wander and drift, my homeland in tatters Pain sears through my body, each and every atom You are not the liberator whom I thought would bring peace But a grim reaper and Hades’ ravenous beast Murder me now, give me my final rest Here is my knife, sink it into my chest! But you’d rather see me suffer, die slow and agonizingly Wither away until my pain is gratifying to you You are a creature, a truant, a curse against men And I will hang myself in these killing fields Bring this all to an end
I want to burn it all down I’m not proud of it But I must admit I’m drawn to the destruction Like a moth to a flame
The death-instinct deep inside Driving down the highway Passing the car crash And turning my head To see if anyone’s dead
It’s deplorable – this overwhelming urge And I notice how it surges And it’s like a scourge The self-sabotage and the purge That puts us on the verge Of tearing everything down
My skull is packed with worms They slither and they squirm But let’s be serious now Let’s scamper in the streets and prowl
When the machines fell from the sky I got a burning sensation in my eyes The satellites crashed through our roof And the pain of living was quite acute
The preacher told me God was dead He’d supervised the killing himself Then he stood up and declared He was moving to a different realm