1. DIARIES OF DISMEMBERMENT

Expulsed to the appropriate degree of catastrophe
I am one with pro-dimension, now I rise with uncertainty
Days running by blacked with meiosis

Expulsed / to submit more gain
Expulsed / to commit entry
I am repulsed by your appetite to demean everyone you see

Belay my last, dear victim
We will benefit from your suffering someday

We are waiting for you

Lividity consumes your soul as you question the new kin
The fears of time devours forth and no one will hear your words of breath to the nation of lies and treason and we are all victims of remorse
Now suffering is at its pestilent end and you shall witness it soon

We are waiting for you