Marble - Melanin 9

I appear ashamed and nervous

Standing at the gates of my brain circuit

Planets arranged beneath the cranium surface

Led by Satans with pagan servants

Faces with turbulence

Blood stains on frame paintings of Persians

Malaysian virgins

Nurture defiance of disconsolate routes of stress

From galaxies with holes in their flesh

Approaching the steps

Knock the pale painting off the door as I opened it left

Between the interweaving cortex

Beneath the floor boards is where I saw death

Headless in the cold passage

As it’s guts expose acid

The night stops, the solar revolving the atlas

Ghost forms in the smoke swarms of the chalice

Dope and tablets, in the walls quote the madness

Coke is gambling

Bettin' my brain cells to save from famine

Walk past the slave hanging with the face of Amin

Swinging like a pendulum in the cavern

Screams of torture in the endless hallway

Watch the djinns dance in the séance

As the chords play, the ouija board breaks

The storm shakes the crooked mansion

Hooded phantoms

Circling the core space of my expansion

Orbiting my pituitary gland stem

Haunted with madmen

Who slaughter and burn whores with Victorian lanterns

I face the court standing

Awaiting faith in the reinforced frame of granite

With tortured slaves and addicts

«I killed a man who killed a man, or maybe then I didn’t kill a man?

I can never know for sure if I killed him or not, and not knowing is maybe

worse than knowing.»

«After all, there is nothing real outside our perception of reality.»

«I can never know for sure if I killed him or not, and not knowing is maybe

worse than knowing.»

Standing in the strands of my Medulla

Seven gangsters fill the room up with straps to shoot up

Counting caps behind my gland spans a tumor

Filled with star clusters

Beneath a magnetic storm boards of form combustion

I walk towards the substance

Past abortion, war and corruption

Staring through my cortex circumference

Imbalanced fiends

Swallowing aspirins with anti-freeze

Memory banks bury the fabrics of a tampered dream

Wrapped between the vibratory molecules of a conscious thought in solitude

He wore solid jewels, where comets fly

On cobblestone rocks beneath a busted light

Peering over doctors in white

Draggin' bodies from graveyards

Splicing genetics behind a stained glass

My mind is the karma

Worship by the shrines of Shambhala

Full of psychotic carvers and crime sagas

Like writers from Harvard

Vipers and harlots, primers who target

Like the battle between Osiris and darkness

Modern life is so heartless

Thunder and light stabs the third eye’s compartment

Which unveils the seat of the soul

Dressed in an electric velvet robe

Staring through an etheric telescope

The lens auras of death smell

Corn rows resemble chemtrails

On dead males, hollow tip shells

Watching murderers perfect stealth under a dress veiled deceiving truth

Feeding of social unrest like Indonesian troops in East Timor

My cavity streams the Eastern sea board

Looping heart beats on keyboards

Holes carved in concrete floor from C4

Mines planted blew the limbs of a child in the search to find harvest

Another life tarnished

Six billion bloodlines inscribed on parchment

Defines reasons why all life binds from carbon

All life binds from carbon

«I killed a man who killed a man, or maybe then I didn’t kill a man?

I can never know for sure if I killed him or not, and not knowing is maybe

worse than knowing.»

«After all, there is nothing real outside our perception of reality.»

«I can never know for sure if I killed him or not, and not knowing is maybe

worse than knowing.»

«He was a man that was begging and pleading, and praying, and he was 'Please,

God’n all over the place.

So I told him he could have a half hour to pray to

God, and if God could come down to change the circumstances.

But God never

showed up, and he never changed the circumstances.»