Waiting on the platform in the living elevator Dead panning Head pounding Wading onto a plank without footing Dropping while the pace of the blade is increasing Unlocking a pounding centrifugal feeling turning whipping keeping me bolted while falling downward on a liquid locomotive tunneling into the ground If or when I’m taken by the limb would anyone come for me? Now that you’ve been lifted what is left to kill or care for? I get up spitting blood Hacking up my lung and liver blocking out internal pain so I can see her though a pane of liquid glass Every time I wait in line to board the ladder I get sicker On the conveyor of mass contagion I inhale a constant deadly wind of toxic human expulsion amid famine plague and dysentery Yet I never leave The crippled curling up in line band together in defence against the men whose hunger unabated escalated to cannibalism Cutting up the weak and dead Eating what they know will kill them No-one breaks the line to help Tainted meat will take them out and if I choose to fight I'll never see her Looking back is death Here one must give up their mind and moral binding Black out the culprit and never look up for what’s above with stab its hand into you Looking up is death Focus on nothing but getting inside the falling carrion ladder Finally making it out of the deadlock and into the barricade I behold the Carrion Ladder The heart of the cavern is swelling and beating It’s ominous arteries open injecting me deep into the carrion ladder If I were taken by the limb before you could you visit me? Could you bear the line? Would you even care to stay alive alone save for the image of me tearing up our only son? I’m waiting in a mine Melding with a non newtonian vertical propeller to beg or be a hunter Coming here watching your skin fill up like you were never real before the slaughter Inflated back to life to mimic recalling the feeling of killing everyone but me around you Imitating every inch of her perfectly down to the stench of her lust emanating through the prison Crying and pleading and tainting her memory Taunting me begging for freedom aware of the life that she took away Down here they are not the same Laying hollowed dead until the limb decides to fill them Dormant translucent casings test my will to survive What kind of plan is this to live out the end of days in a tunnel tortured by the replication of a loved one? The choice of feast or famine Do I stay and starve myself or take her out as red Goliath bait Down here they are not the same Laying hollowed dead until the limb decides to fill them Dormant translucent casings test my will to survive What kind of plan is this to live out the end of days in a tunnel tortured by the replication of a loved one? The choice of feast or famine Do I stay and starve myself or take her out as red goliath bait take her out as red goliath bait Goliath meat will let me live and if I stay down here I’ll never eat it Sparing her is death One must give up their mind and moral binding Looking back is death Looking down is death I rip her from the carrion ladder

Our limb is awake Bow below its cleft Reverence in its maw Pray unto the rift Ascend above the critical fear provoking and unrighteous men Cower flee and hide the meek and blinded bipeds that deny the reich of the divine appendage Denial is the one and only step the fleeting many take to repudiate their fate All who trust the grand divide will be rained upon by the mechanical veins of the new god They will beg and mourn and cry let it never dull the blade Know you’re right and never let the cries of others make you falter Tear the vacant non believer then be carried up to glory Grant to us your spine that we may fly Born to bio-litigate our path to appease you. Carve out your path led by the rift through the impure Hold us navigate us through your transcending terror cleanse Born to bio-litigate our path to appease you. Carve out your path led by the rift through the impure Hold us navigate us through your transcending terror cleanse The noble dare to mourn when they take apart the unclean Bow to the limb We are wide awake and waiting Guided by the book that found us deep within the liminal We have found the writing of the glorious new leviticus Let the rift decide your ending May the limb open your body and lift you up into the gaping light Die or rise up The teaching of the old and dated ways of the Leviticus are buried with the dead remains of all the people that believed it Ascend above the critical fear provoking and unrighteous men Cower flee and hide the meek and blinded bipeds that deny the reich of the divine appendage Denial is the one and only step the fleeting many take to repudiate their fate All who trust the grand divide will be rained upon by the mechanical veins of the new god They will beg and mourn and cry let it never dull the blade Know you’re right and never let the cries of others make you falter Tear the vacant non believer then be carried up to glory Grant to us your spine that we may fly All who trust the grand divide will be rained upon by the mechanical veins of god Teachings of the old and dated ways of the Leviticus are Buried with the dead remains of all that believed it Limb of the leviticus Born to bio-litigate We have read the liminal Take us up into your rift Guide us to the fount of the inverted obelisk We will never be the hunter Let us not be replicated after life in the ladder Impale us to be your weapon Carry us beyond the earth All who trust in the grand divide will be rained upon by the mechanical veins of the new god Limb of the leviticus Born to bio-litigate We have read the liminal Take us up into your rift Guide us to the fount of the inverted obelisk We will never be the hunter Let us not be replicated after life in the ladder Impale us to be your weapon carry us beyond the earth