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Cunning Linguist Apr 2015
Dissipate into oblivion
To become the nether
To lapse in consciousness

To enter the void
Flow to omniscience
Live without measure
To float through the meshwork

To drift through space-time
& Become the needle
To weave my percipience
& Teeter on the precipice

To transcend ascension
Ameliorate the ethereal
To glitch beyond boundaries
Defragment my surroundings

To eclipse the sun
In perpetual rapturing
Suspend reality
Be one with the everlasting
Cunning Linguist Apr 2015
Floating,
Above my body  
Questioning my
own Reality

Harmony surrounds me
peaceful tranquility
emanating,
all encompassing
auras of reverie

Atmosphere defies my shape
I will undefine
Shapeless (be ethereal)
Nameless (nonexistance)

I am stuck fast asleep now
Lost in a pensive meditative state
My third eye is awakened
Liberation from cyclic existence (x2)

I am washed with zen
Cleansing me of my own sins
Real 
Bliss exists it's intrinsic

From One we stem
As One we'll find our way
No more pain emotions unfold
No more pain, No more straying

Open
Your mind
Focus
New light
(Floating above my own body)
Lyrics for my band's new song. I will send a demo upon request if interested.
© Subnuba 2015
Lyrics by Reid Donovan, Derek Wilkerson, Adrian Ocaña
Cunning Linguist Apr 2015
Amidst the wreckage wheels spin in place
The billowing smoke it suffocates
It's just a nightmare
Or at least that's what I'll say
So close your eyes and just drift away

In nonbeing maybe you'll feel whole
When reality doesn't even seem real anymore
& Your dreams and hopes they wash ashore
Distorted and morphed, my amour in the morgue
An old excerpt I omitted from one of my old poems I just rediscovered.
Cunning Linguist Mar 2015
My dreams and life
contrasting in the abstract I
feign to transcend
an awakened state-of-being

Grasping,
with one foot in this existence
Lapsing,  
One in the past,
dreams of a distant dimension x2

Crashing,
This corrupt, clandestine system
Gasping,
I can't surpass
my haunting demented visions x2

GO!

Pray for forgiveness

With overwhelming power in hand
I'll bring an end to it all
This all-consuming cabal, *******
I'll bring an end to it
All

To the hidden monsters flying in the
night sky, always gazing          
Ever secure, beneath a crux of
watchful eyes again

Through figments of our minds
we're always hiding not surprising
Clever volumes
disguise the truth of awful lies
They reign
Lyrics I'm working on with my band. This ones almost finished.
Cunning Linguist Mar 2015
Heed not what you perceive
Enthroned inside a hopeless dream
You won't see tomorrow
Oh the throes of woe that follow

Order and fear con-
tinual indoctrination conditioning the masses
minds exposed to so-
cietal disease and fiction, damnation
Order through fear per-
petual misinformation
Transitioning to madness
Minds explode to de-
monical seeds of destruction
The eye emblazoned

With a sonic boom
Fate spins her loom
Mushroom clouds in full bloom
They fill the room
Wrought with endless gloom

Spell a certain doom
Now they're entombed
All reduced to statues
No ones excused
Global destruction

Patience, save it, face it
You're under watch
Forbearance, inherent
Ignorance apparent through our existence

Fighting til my death
Masses rising, the
Angels sing-Angels sing
Fighting til my death
Senses fading (I'm done)
Angels sing-Angels sing

Descending into the mind of Chaos-
The semblance fades
Triumphant, turn the tables
Now wake up
Arch-angels blare your trumpets

The end is nigh
Ride pale horse, take me to the edge of celestial shores unknown
Ascending light
Ride pale horse, take me to the edge of celestial shores unknown
The debut single from my electronic/metal band "Subnuba"
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Cunning Linguist Mar 2015
Tongue in cheek I detest you
Hand over foot
Make a peep *****
And I promise I'll ****** you

Bad tact I'm a cesspool
Festering in the nestle of your daughter's
well developing *******
Everyday I follow her home from school

This unnerving pervert unearthing fervor
making ya catatonic &
giving your heart murmurs
Nurture the thought
It's just the tip
(Of the iceberg)

Gotta stir the paint before you make a mural
Ma'am, I'll purloin your ham purse until my burial
Don't be a sourpuss

It's final
I'm vile
And I swear I'm not a *******.

Want some candy?
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