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When the Ghosts Have Died

When the Ghosts Have Died

Everyone…. Everywhere… Everything…
Everyone…. Everywhere… Everything…
Consider me.
Consider me.

Why be afraid?
You’ve got what you’ve made.
So, Guilt, why hide your head?
Regret, didn’t make your bed.

The things that go bump in the middle of the night,
no longer do they scare.
The monsters of the world breast beating in their rage,
no longer do they care.

War drums pound in no particular direction…
The words would have meaning…
There’s no particular inflection…
Supernatural fear… disappear.
When the ghosts have died.

Everyone…. Everywhere… Everything…
Everyone…. Everywhere… Everything…
Consider me.
Consider me.

Why be afraid?
You’ve got what you’ve made.
So hoard and take what’s yours:
Your fear and snake oil cures.

The things that go bump in the middle of the night,
no longer do they scare.
The monsters of the world breast beating in their rage,
no longer do they care.

War drums pound in no particular direction…
The words would have meaning…
There’s no particular inflection…
Supernatural fear… disappear.
When the ghosts have died.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 2010 Chvad SB. All rights reserved.

Mettle IV: Headcleaner

Mettle mov.IV: Headcleaner

Hollow crevice, nothing real
Infected sludge passes as “brain”
No different from things made of steel,
No thought inside, only stains…
Of what once could have been.
Now proven steel products are as tin:
Fold and crush when made to think.
Fold and crush when made to think!

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1997 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Distorted Thoughts, Distorted Visions


Distorted Thoughts, Distorted Visions
(In the Black Hole Part 2)

I hate…
the poison that you’ve placed in my heart.
I hate . . .
you, now that you’ve torn me apart.
I hate,
the love that I still have for you.
I hate,
the two-faced fuck that you’re giving yours to.
I hate.

I hate,
the black hole in place of my soul.
I hate . . .
myself, now the light in me is coal.

I hate the thought of convergence with another,
I hate the fact that I always will love her,
I hate the tears that flow from my eyes,
I hate the wretched excuses and lies,
I hate the pain . . . it’s all there is for me,
I hate the pain, I love it . . . and it loves me.

I Hate,
the poison that you’ve placed in my heart.
I Hate . . .
you, now that you’ve torn me apart . . .
I Hate.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.



Failsafe

Failsafe

And now we have Christ.
But we’ve had him before,
In every organized crime,
The Failsafe from lore.
And the good lord spoke…
But we’ve heard him before.
In every failed culture,
In every bloated whore.
Unthought motto,
In the land of the brave
Non-thought past,
in the home of the free

Still slave to a God of vengeance…
Invading me.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1999 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.