Corey Baker

Damaged stares are smoking the waterfalls
Focused pain creates moods
Needles of faith, Empires of rust
Martyrs are buried, insanity lost
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How can you breath inside of
Why can't I see what you've shown?
Show me what I can't have.
Take it away from me.
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Quaking, sun-drenched rumors of a quilted heart
Empty out into the mental wounds of anything that takes care.
The screaming nothingness of night is forgotten in a moment,
When the soft spiraled leaves of a blacken tree crush in on themselves.
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Quotation marks have served their meanings
the cruifix the black and leaning
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'Anonymously throwing out a child is unacceptable'
Newslines of another world flood in the window
I wish I could hear them, I wish I could could care
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She slept.
She never got it.
I took her head, she turned 47 today.
She didn't deserve it.
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Green lust sprays from the young man.
Collected at the feet of his spouse,
the tiny ball of red yarn flattens into the floor.
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Clone the children, they're better that way
Clone the children, now they can pray

My world is unaffected
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Teach me and you own me
Let me buy you
Let me touch you
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own too much land
build the house on sand
damn your rightous hand
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Eat the fat to clense your worth
See your god to buy your birth

Beleive the lies, hymen the nights
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lake of possesion
mind in depression
failed to remember to live
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Nazi stain on strain, forced to beleive
To love a man vile and out-dated

Fears of his god were always hated
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Scraped and re-done, over and over
given to the child, his parents grew colder
escaped a view, and he groped the covers
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Hearing the voice of their own god,
it must be a pleasure,
to feel his presence and indulge his treasures.
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Remorse is a believer, face the quiet titles
Lust has overgrown and noticed,
only by readers of the bible,
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How many people died today?
Bit their bearings and left?

Never saw the light, if any,
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Your god was born inside your mind,
manifested, changed and sublimed.

It is wrong and immoral, this sweet dirty god,
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Lifeless but loving life, failed at everything,
and everyone.

Christ-lover and minority aggravator,
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In water, all things are alike,
drowning, floating, grasping for the air
that doesn't exist.
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