SLauGHTeR HouSe
feeling the end of all the living being abolished, taken away and replaced. Terror of the inevitable thoughts hurt your mind. Makes you fall down bleeding. Not to care about anyone to care less, to be the forsaken apostle and lose all that you have to gain. buried underneath greed, self pity, empathy and moral telepathy. To not give a shit about anybody. To feel invisible, but yet translucent to the naked eye. People will finally see who you are. The lost soul searching a reason, killing their selves over the loss. Helplessly dazing into a black hole, following the commands it insists, to be set forth. Your mind no more under your control. To care about what this fiend says. To feel the emptiness of nothing, to see yourself in search of the loss. Scared to admit that this is you. Terrified to even try to redeem yourself. Lost in this sympathy of nothing. To make life the loss and meaningless...make the love no part of you. To set forth on a callous crusade, killing all that stand in your ways. Listening to what it tells you. Feeling like a doll, it moves you....feeble frail and running, rotting in this cage, flies attracted to your scent, but yet you're still moving around by what it says. Lost in the darkness, screaming...trying to find light...scared, willing to give your soul to who ever can help you.....falling darkness plagues the room.....white light tortured... bleeding...spreading out and budding hatred in your mind....you're the doll, lost and scared ...you were found, but by the wrong presence. Now you're living a false life ... broiling hate...death gripping your veins....tortured and beaten. told what to do .... to be the doll that you are now....the voodoo man has taken your soul and placed it in a jar.. .light dimming to blackness. you feel yourself weary and dizzy...the room spinning, blades and knives coming from every which way. To feel life escaping through the cracks in your broken body. Attempting to scream....lost beneath the treachery and cries....seeing a frame of the lost souls screaming....trying to break out.....blood seeping through the walls..... .seeing a tunnel with a track running parallel...running to the tunnel...feeling as if you're in a cart...rocking from side to side...the track split and rusting....sparks and remnants fly, ducking down to dodge the debris, you mistakenly break the track...and go to the other set of tracks that are well built...you're fucked. Riding in a melancholy of inversions and hideous heat....the cart starts to speed up...the lights go dark.....the cart stops...you attempt to escape, but are sealed in by a thick, translucent window...suddenly you look up and see the light so bright and vibrant...the light dissipates and the cart increases acceleration and starts to ricochet off the walls...the smell off dead bodies hits your senses....the cart soon feels as if its gliding...hearing the sounds of bars and gears clashing together...you feel the floor fall out of the cart....the inevitable happens...falling down seeing the white light. hearing the screams...hearing gears and metal clashing together.....the shiny spikes spinning insanely quick...hearing the sounds of one screaming.......the people's lives are lost in this place.. .you're falling...suddenly all the sadness and emptiness is gone...along with you....destroyed and slaughtered....yet your soul is still in this capsule screaming...trying to escape... feeling it falling apart...your soul is now dead, along with your life....you're fuckin life of feeble frail sadness is now no more fuckin deal...all the mother fuckin bullshit is gone, escaped and runs, always being the shadow, being the lost hero, the end of it is no more..... living on a life, feeding off the bodies, separating from them....cutting them and tearing their mother fuckin lives apart....stripping them of themselves...killing them....hatred and all that mother fuckin bullshit is of no more...frail and insignificant lives have to experience your life...have to be a part of you...welcome to the slaughter house...
DESTRUCTION
The world, what a wonderful place. People all happy and joyous about being who they are. Lives greeting another life, teaching them that everything is going to be all right. Friends and family celebrating holidays together, laughing and sarcastically carrying on. Homes and shelters all having a soul to depend on, money and fortune is not of the thoughts and cares. No disarray and melancholy is ever spoken or even greedily mistaken. Lives of the world all are happy to be here and let nothing ever hurt them, or so they thought...In their memories, they had known of others that lived to die. The world felt that it had rid themselves of the evildoers. Not realizing the evildoers were actually them. Super power only has one agenda, and that is to hold the trump card of fear lest any other nation would share the same capability. To be in this elite group, you must have a demented outlook that nothing can ever go wrong, because those who fear you wish you dead.
They said, “it would never happen again.”…but it did. The land of rape and honey had become a cesspool of beggars and thieves. Those who tried to live their life with out being effected by the economic instability; withheld to the belief that things would get better again. As history repeats itself, that after an economic collapse, the only way to pull out is to create a “boogieman.” Using the collective conscience of the world on the side of profit and to restore economic stimuli, blood must be spilled.
The world experienced the roaring 20’s, followed by the dismal 30’s and problem solved produced December 7, 1941… They said, “It would never happen again.” By having a chance to share time with those who are still alive today we understand now that this was not a surprise, but a solution. All in the need of prosperity and economic stimuli.
The World-Wide-Web…A.K.A “The Internet” was actually a device created for use of a tool to rebuild the world after the nuclear holocaust. EMP’s will be the downfall that will cause a disruption to what we consider “condition-normal.” It will happen by a twinkling of an eye, vehicles will stop, factories will shut down, knowledge will disappear from the screen, and the world will be over come by an eerie silence. Those of the powers that be will have the only inclination of what they are about to do. Once again it will be declared an attack from evildoers. However it will be a systematic plan to convince those who are powerless to give up all they once owned, in return for their soul; their bellies shall be full. The Dark One awaits…
The lives of the living recognize that something is not right and desist to even mess with it. Too happy to not care about what’s going on. The stocks and all the belongings to the people are all being taken away and abolished from their grasp. People beginning to hate one another over the most idiotic occurrences. People are starting to stop talking to each other and follow by what they see on TV. The president is bewildered by what has arisen in office. The neighboring countries and provinces are warning him of the inevitable, and what will happen if he doesn't stop doing all that’s disappointing everyone. The ones that used to follow him and go by what he said, are now being lead by a false prophet. Lies and hatred are billowing in the lives of the people. Watching the money just drift away in the air and burn in the sky, the Amerikan Flag being burned by every veteran and Amerikan. A disarray of happiness is now burned and suffering through the pain.
“Many wars are erupting around the world, the armies of the almighty, that were once powerful and feared had become broken down soldiers, with their lives all seared. Their faces have witnessed many dead, for the people of the protest that were once lead. Blood fills the air with a stench and a vial, as Satan’s minions and He begin to smile. The earth is shaking, the seas are roaring, the people who remain wake up to witness the destitute and those who are mourning. The soul collector is gathering his till, doing Satan’s bidding, he is doing mankind's will. God and his army are nowhere near to be found, for as the bones of the dying lye heaped up in a pile and ash on the ground.”
Helpless lives perishing under the rubble, burnt dreams left for dead. This is what the world has come to in the end. Children searching for their parents underneath the billowing smoke, choking on their last breath, grasping for freedom and a way out of the array of chaos, children dying in the arms of another. The unbearable stench of death rotting plagues the freshness that once used to be. The hideous caskets of burned and rotting flesh cover the ground. Flies and maggots crawling through the eyes and souls of the dead. Blood spewing from the mouths of the grieving, lost in this destructive path. Lives are lost in the melancholy, people burned and scared, brutally tortured and slaughtered.
The world actually used to be a somewhat happy, prosperous, relevant place. Now people are here crawling on hands and knees, scraping up body parts of their loved ones and life. Holding them tight, their skin evaporating in their grasp, lost screams and hatred are now everywhere to be found. Praying for someone to make all the chaos stop and desist the mundane and callous torture. Shot in the head without warning, lives of the innocent perish, melting away from the minds of the lost. Cries for help are at no point relieved, lost underneath all the gunfire and lost forever. The sky a hellish array of gases and lost souls all fleeing this once so great full land. The sun being covered up like a blanket underneath the smoke and burning buildings. Vehicles being struck by missiles and hardened thoughts of happiness are flipped over by the magnitude of the explosions.
Helpless lives all perishing in this frenzy of pain. Piercing shots of mustard gas and tear bombs hit the crowd, rioting victims and helpless lives are killed and brutally beaten by the nightsticks and shot in the heart from the torture. Tanks abruptly killing the lives of the innocent. Buildings of the lives that have been lost, are now rubble, blowing in the wind, a new dream is lost. People of the same kind fighting each other, killing the helpless victims, murdering their own. Mushroom clouds are dissipating in the distance, after the shock waves have leveled the houses and the once so great cities down to rubble.
Lives of the ones that are left, die from the radiation. The final and last straw is broken, the last day that we all lived, the last day we were "here." President allowing the last and final nuke to be set off, and the “Dead Hand” returning fire. Disadvantageous he is killed by an unknown gunman, a madman lead by the Antichrist. The nukes soar through the air, fumes and debris fall from the death machine and plummets to the ground, killing all that's in sight.
Now the days have turned from all bright to no future in sight. Darkened lost souls seeking revenge only to die once more. The gunfire, the burnings, and the chaos fill the air, no sound is too proud to even make it to a concerned ear. Lives are lost the cities the capitals, provinces, states, countries, are all now down to the ground. The waterways, lakes and streams are poisoned with fear and feed from the mass extinction. The moon portraying a sea of blood from the failed and lost attempts to kill the lives of another. The earth is now licking her wounds. Life will now start over again lead by the Dark One and peace shall fill the land. The lives of the Nation all seizes to exist, destruction has taken this planet, this home to all of us as if it were abduction.
