SteelAngelJohn

CRABULON CRABULON CRABULON CRABULON CRABULON CRABULON CRABULON CRABULON BEWARE yon alchemists - working formulae to create forms that don't exist BEWARE what deeds they do - such maleficence a moral person must eschew BEWARE for the hour is late - thy crustaceans will be bred with such inhuman hate BEWARE mighty Crabulon - he shall strike thee down and all your witty friends anon March forth, dire foe, perchance to nip toes CRABULON CRABULON March forth, evil thing, for the Crab King CRABULON CRABULON CRABULON CRABULON DESTROY eggs inside our kin - parasitic symbiosis is a vile sin DESTROY tis an awful sight - when yon mutants hath a weapon forged of deadly light DESTROY chitin versus flesh - and such mortal things as us will surely meet our death DESTROY us for evermore - like the state of Denmark, we are rotten to our core March forth, dire foe, perchance to nip toes CRABULON CRABULON March forth, evil thing, for the Crab King CRABULON CRABULON CRABULON CRABULON Steel thyself

We thought this small town was the entire world It turned out the entire world was a small town There's always a factory (or bakery or mill or what have you) that was closed or sold off to some out of town man in a suit The reasons for these clusters of people lost to the churn of socioeconomic change and an uncaring market All that changes is if we know the faces that we see literally every single day Waiting for the next lynchpin to be sold off for profit to some investor in an office somewhere (probably friends with the council) Until all we are left with is the distant city and the charity shops and the old houses and the hospital that never seems to have enough staff for some reason Either you make it out or you wish you did or you dig in and you die here And they have a hundred different reasons for why the people move away every single one is wrong all of them are wrong And all night long the lights buzz in the Bosch painting of concrete that is the bus station a hundred

On Acheron, or LV-426, With dust in air and chill of twilit sky, A world we tamed with our mechanic tricks - I witnessed how the colony would die. Co-ordinates just so upon a map Titanic shape dreamt by inhuman spark And from the hold, that fell benighted gap Came deadly shadows, bladed, sleek, and dark We never knew the threat until too late As ribcage fractures out to bloom new life Of ink-black chitin, void of love or hate That severs flesh and family like a knife And thus unleash this death amongst the stars - She said there were no monsters, but there are.

i think many of us spring out of something inherently selfish desire shapes our existence our existence was desired generated to fill a void or sate a chemical requirement just like walking into a pet store but we regret to inform you that a void-filler is for life even if lifes lottery doesnt deal us a dose of crippling conditions we have the unfortunate habit of having our own whims and being our own people which as i can imagine is not what you asked for but then we never asked for this never asked to inherit disorders diseases damnation so who is keeping score right?