Automatism Text - Mental Shock

Mental shock alpha male in the southern crater
converted the will of a thousand hirelings
and their yellow sorrow
for the interment of quelling the uprising

Gregarious sill selling and garret
South of the terrors within
carrying a new dream that
weighs like god.  

Maternal blood gone violent and violet.  
Lost in the calling, translation notwithstanding.  
Carving a new idol to replace the last.

Southern white,
Northern black,

a parliament cardiac steel-quill attack.  

Baltertask final and wistful samesong.  
Cornering the blacker testimony
and hoping that intimidation does the trick.  

Call it what you will, it's torture and you're enjoying it.  
I find it hard to believe that you're taking it in
like a new gelatinous candy forged from the souls of your victims.  

It takes a certain level of animism to carry your kind
to the place that penumbras sing.  

More than the last telling is the current level
of standard waste water
tepid asterisk and uninspired lamb's quarters.  
Vulgarism in a cup,
Samoan lament.  

The garden is hungrily whispering after her steps.  Lapping up the soil she treads like her sins had a flavor.  Cameron said so when you pulled on his iris.  A fight leads to the whereabouts of Incarnation's assembly line.  

Amperage makes a difference,
absence of soul makes nothing.  

Head like a hammer and fingers like apricots.  

I don't call it like you see it, your vision eviscerated too many years past.  Harboring what you could call a sense of intel that means as much as you fight for it to see
and place.  

Wander the camperon and the Cunningham and let the hammock swing you away to outer realms after Eden melted away like mercury no longer needed for refining gold.  

Service performed,
head patted, no go wither and
keep the tears to yourself.