Pigs
Spending their entire lives
in small, metal cages; growing
fat on the cornmeal and
corn syrup that sustains them;
being unable to fit where
fate has housed them,
the pigs stare at the ground,
gazing into the dirt
that softens beneath their feet—
their cloven hooves digging,
mud clumping,
in the earth.
Then, one day, while
they are daydreaming,
pondering about a
better life, wondering
what it would be like
to feast—feral curiosity beaming
through the resignation that
crusts their drooping eyelids—
they fall into a deep,
synthetic sleep,
a slow-rolling,
apneic slumber.
Legs up, the pigs are hoisted
onto a stainless steel railing,
tethered to it by firmly
knotted ropes, and knives are placed
between their jaws and their
neck bones. Before long, the blades
jet in, exsanguinating the beasts,
letting the blood trickle down
from the jugular veins to pool
below the severed skin—
dripping, dripping,
heavy, tiny droplets dripping.
As the bodies drain, a machine
carries them to a hot, iron cauldron
where they are dipped in scalding water,
their hair boiling from their flesh,
torching as the last streams
of life flood from their neck.
Pulled up, the air steams as skin cools,
and evisceration approaches—
decapitation, being slit in half,
intestines tugged from the open pouch,
bones slipped from inside the muscle…
all washed and cut.
The other pigs remain oblivious,
penned up in the comforts
of symmetry—held captive
in the benefits of a regular meal
and a functional routine of being.
They do not know that they
exist for the purpose of being
gutted, nor do they realize
that such a reality is an option.
They simply stare at the ground
and feed themselves fat,
waiting in small, metal cages.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Slaughterhood
Never seen the light
Never seen the night
The pigs, kept in the dark
Tiny cages
eating whatever crap
They’re fed
Waiting for nothing
Struggling to survive
A stranger grabs one of them
Pokes the stomach
Drags him squealing away
The placid creature
Hypnotized by the stun
The pulsing electric shock
Pulling tugging hanging
Abused it’s ankles with chains
Holding the entire body; upside down
The evil figure thrusting the
Sharp rod; Metal, evil rod
Into the innocent animals throat
Out runs it’s life blood
Out pours out its feeling
Out pours out its chance
The gushing,
Almost as if a water fall
A red, river rushing to a pool
a pool of blood collecting on the floor
The animal, now a
slaughtered corpse
Murdered
Just hung there
Until it was
Cut down
Cut up
Cooked up
Eaten
Without a second thought
They deserve something
**
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savoring each moment
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Jugulator
Now lets see what youre made of
He is coming, you cant run
Violators that get caught
Will wish that theyd never been born
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Mutilate
Sharpened razor
Takes your head
Jugulator
Predit hater
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Desecrator
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Today the sky is blue as far as I can see-
Except perhaps for one cloud
Dancing within the shadows of time.
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Slightly cools the fire searing inside of me-
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That shall not be quenched.
Flames rise and smolder inside of my heart, for
There exists a small door inside of this box
To which I have the key to its lock-
A key that dangles from a string which hangs around my neck.
All I can see is the sky but I know inside of my thoughts
There are tall and beautiful trees outside,
Which that cool breeze rustles-
There is a trail where deer gracefully run wild,
Cardinals fly about and cicadas sing.
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Stare into the pupils of my eyes and steal my thoughts away-and
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Skull Beneath The Skin
The Skull Beneath the Skin" by Megadeth
Mean and infectious
the evil prophets rise
Dance of the macabre
as witches streak the sky
Decadent worship of
black magic and sorcery
In the womb of the devils dungeon
trapped without a plea
See thing in agony
necrosis is the fate
pins sticking through the skin
the venom now sedates
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but no one hears a sound
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Prepare the patients scalp
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metal caps for his ears
he'll hear NOT what we say
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riveted cross his eyes
Iron staples close his jaws
so no one hears his cries
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your bones will make the X
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And as we fold your arms
to make the holy cross
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The skull beneath the skin
song performed by by Megadeth
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We Walk Naked In The Rain
we walk in the rain, we walk naked in the rain
we like the shower in nude, we like the droppings of rain in our nudity
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to all the waters slowly crawling around us to all the dainty showers from above us
the droplets the heavy rain, the coldness dripping in our chins, our lips, pelvis, legs and
toes
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heavy Metal Universe
We're the masters of the wind
We're demons left in howl
we're the undefeated warriors
we have heard the call
We're the keepers and the leaders
of the only thing we love
we're the saviours
and protectors from above
In your sky there is no limit
and masters we have none
heavy metal is the only one
'cause its heavy metal universe
an it's never going down
flying 'cross the universe
we're heavy metal bound
we're heavy metal bound
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like a supersonic blast
we have come to show the world
that we have come to last
There ain't no way to stop us
and you'll never kill our pride
'cause it's not only music
it's a chosen way of life
And our world has got no borders
and in union we all stand
'cause heavy metal is our promissed land
'cause it's a heavy metal universe
with a heavy metal sound
masters of the thunder
shake you to the ground
It's a heavy metal bomber
and it's never going down
flying 'cross the universe
we're heavy metal bound
we're heavy metal bound
See my hands held to the sky
let me rock you 'till forever
raise your voice we're soaring high
swear allegance now or never
burning up we build a flame
as we speak the oath togheter
metal is our way forever...
... way forevermore
And our world has got no borders
and in union we all stand
'cause heavy metal is our promissed land
'cause it's a heavy metal universe
with a heavy metal sound
masters of the thunder
shake you to the ground
it's a heavy metal bomber
and it's never going down
flying 'cross the universe
we're heavy metal bound
we're heavy metal bound
song performed by by Gamma Ray
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November Rain
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November rain washed away my pain
November rain - so tired I felt
November rain was not just any rain
Long I longed with deep torment
For so long my body waited
November rain, , , , Oh, sweet friend
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November rain, it refused to quit
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And alone outside, in the streets I wept-
dripping... dripping and falling.
poem by Amy Phillip
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The Skull Beneath The Skin
Mean and infectious
The evil prophets rise
Dance of the macabre
As witches streak the sky
Decadent worship of
Black magic sorcery
In the womb of the devils dungeon
Trapped without a plea
Solo-mustaine
See thing in agony
Necrosis is the fate
Pins sticking through the skin
The venom now sedates
Locked in a pillory
Nowhere to be found
Screaming for your life
But no one hears a sound
Hellpp mmmeeeeee
Prepare the patients scalp
To peel away
Metal caps his ears
Hell hear not what we say
Solid steel visor
Riveted cross his eyes
Iron staples close his jaws
So no one hears his cries
The skull beneath the skin
Now your drawn and quartered
Your bones will make the x
Symbol stands for poison
And its chained to your head
And as we fold your arms
To make the holy cross
We cross the crucifix
Religion has been lost
The skull beneath the skin
Solo-mustaine
song performed by by Megadeth
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A Depressed Friend
breath as heavy as brick
sighs as light as feather
shoulder burden as heavy as steel
abs corrugated like roof
a face as thick as elephant skin
bones rattling like a snake
thirst as dry as sand
wrinkles like waves of the sea
jaws drooping like a fall
that is what you are my friend.
you need badly a
bath.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Red Bull
I take my index finger and thumb
To hold the tab
And I flip it,
Depressing it
Into the tin-plated membrane
Of a lid.
The brief sound of crunching metal emits—
Like the sound of a second long
Car crash or aerial collision,
Maybe an airplane's wing ripping off
Into the azure emptiness of the peaceful sky—
And then a miniscule mushroom cloud
Puffs out, a carbonated explosion
Blasting on impact,
Terminating all the bacterial life
That used to hover in the air.
I grab the can in my hand,
Firmly, but casually too,
And I tilt my wrist back—
The lid pressed to my lips—
Letting the liquid pour
Down my parching throat.
The sweet, synthetic toxins of flavor
Sugar coat my teeth,
Crawling into the crevices
Of my cavities.
A radioactive foam
Drifts down my neck,
Down my esophagus.
It's just as if sewage were slushing in my insides,
Swishing down the canals and piping
That pumps my sustenance.
My health deteriorates for a moment,
Merely corroding from the acidic waste
Chugging from my mouth
To the blood stream.
My internal rivers dam up
Against the sugar rush;
Contaminate against
The passing poisons
Of epoxy resin
And aluminum.
I dehydrate myself by drinking.
The bubbles fizz, boiling my stomach,
Burning holes and ulcers in it.
The flood gates of my abdomen open
And all my innards are washed away
In the muriatic gushes that swoop straight through me.
My whole body is gutted, rotted.
Then I let the nuclear estuaries out.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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The Cult Of Ray
What is there to say ?
Still I can't be silent
Hear the cult of ray
And you'll be enlightened
People, they're no fun
I saw raymond speak one time, he said hello
And as he opened up my mind, so fried and battered
I heard his words so very fine so high above this constant dripping chatter
Young sharks feeding on the scrapple
And upstarts feeding on your adam's apple
And you can't hear yourself in all this babble
And are you feeling role strain
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again ?
In a dark place
In the deep sky
Is an old man
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waiting
In the old rain
In the dep sky
And he's waiting
Hear the cult of ray
Fear the boy as tyrant
People have a way
When their mood is violent
People, they're no fun
I have a century in mind, wait, oh no
At least two centuries in mind, say, it doesn't matter
This rock is turning into sand while we are drowning here in our own shatter
You can't eat dirt cause it tastes so awful
Like no sugar in your turkish coffee
And can't smile cause I got me a mouthful
And i've been grinding this grain
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again
In a dark place
In the deep water
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waiting
In the old rain
song performed by by Frank Black
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Metal Eater
It slits you up- deep inside
It hits you here right between your eyes
Its somehow evil- red-hot and weird
A dangerous feeling- you never want it
It turns you inside out
Dont know why I cant beat it
It feels like burning steel
It sounds like grinding metal sheets
Metal eater- it always gets you
Metal eater- money eating murder slot machine- metal eater
If you would know- how to stop
But youre hooked to the bandits for your life
And as you see it- its better than to run
But youre dead wrong- its gonna kill ya
Its gonna smash you after all
Dont know why I cant beat it
It feels like burning steel
It sounds like grinding metal sheets
Metal eater- it always gets you
Metal eater- money eating murder slot machine- metal eater
Dont know why I cant beat it
It feels like burning steel
It sounds like grinding metal sheets
Metal eater- it always gets you
Metal eater- money eating murder slot machine- metal eater
Metal eater- with a smile its gonna kill ya
Metal eater- money eating murder slot machine
Metal eater- burning steel- its somehow evil
Metal eater- no one stops the money eating murder slot machine
song performed by by U. D. O.
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March Of The Pigs
Step right up march push
Crawl right up on your knees
Please greed feed (no time to hesitate)
I want a little bit I want a piece of it I think hes losing it
I want to watch it come down
Dont like the look of it dont like the taste of it dont like the smell of it
I want to watch it come down
All the pigs are all lined up
I give you all that you want
Take the skin and peel it back
Now doesnt that make you feel better?
Shove it up inside surprise! lies
Stains like the blood on your teeth
Bite chew suck away the tender parts
I want to break it up I want to smash it up I want to f**k it up
I want to watch it come down
Maybe afraid of it lets discredit it lets pick away at it
I want to watch it come down
Now doesnt that make you feel better?
The pigs have won tonight
Now they can all sleep soundly
And everything is all right
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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The Innocent Louse
The louse can live its entire life
on the curve of a cat’s tail
boring tiny burrows
for homes and suburbs in the flesh
with a body and a system
made for sense
and perception of a world
made of nothing but long cat hair
cat skin, cat marrow and blood
living a life of curve and wave
and bristling burrowing luxury
breathing mere inches
from quick forelimbs with scratching nails
and pursed lips ready to press and taste
tongue salivating
a jaw made to press and spit
dead husks and rendered shadows
the mouth stained
dripping
with teeth
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