The Liquidation Files

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We're the carriers of a new anomaly; Fold, unfold. Bend, shift color. Always turning our backs to the wind. Deaf to the inner voices screaming. Purpose, profit, act only to gain. Blistered tounges from licking greedward. Taste the enemy. Throw up their means. Swallow the bits that fit your needs. Keep your eyes searching in all directions, scanning for opportunities Off you go. Begin your climb. Aim for the topmost twig of lies. Put on a shape to pass undisturbed. Pick a color to blend with surroundings. Choose a voice suiting, appropriate for the never benignant purpose. Spin your eyes to read the court. Smoothen your path before the start Even out, fill the holes with the toxic clay of your rotting heart. A contagious neuro-ego-disease. A virus sticking to liars. We're the self-centered fuel to boost the new strain of fire. Adapting, shifting, lacking opinion. Our numbers exceeding the billions. Everly walking among ourselves down the corridor of chameleons. Continue through the skein of boughs, navigate to keep you straight on track. Make the right ramification-turns. Conceit will be your allied guide. Climb the hierarchy ladders invisibly, veiled by the canvas of putrid dreams. Every obstacle surmountable to the clouded vision you've conceived. Scan the wall of truth for cracks. Your prey: the secrets hiding therein. Feed upon its nourishing intestines to bring you forth in the "game" With every single step taken on the road of games called success, There's a fee for every lie. The currency: Your dissolving integrity. Will you make it to the top of the tree? Is the fortune there to be found? Chameleons are a short-lived breed. Maybe fate will find you dead on the ground. (Fate will tell.....)

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

comitting murders imprinted on the memory in my divine insanity committed murders imprinted on the memory, lasting through infinity asynchronous transmission has erupted paint the picture carved upon the walls it's the signature, a god's work of art leave the message written in stains of blood as I tried to clarify your death is my life insanity reigns when this twisted mind, turns corrupted asynchronous transmission has erupted paint the picture carved into the flesh in search for the next one, my victims in distress sending signals, traces of evidence as I bleach them out of my remembrance my violence has amplified in the echoes in my mind receiving flashbacks, of another life it's not a perfect world out there, so many people corrupted, easy victims. In my world there will be no more poverty, hunger greed or violence I will create the perfect place for the human race see the images fade away, into the shades of grey paint the picture carved on their bones their mutilated bodies covered up onder stones left a message, my mark is hidden deep inside what I left behind no one will ever find insanity reigns when this twisted mind turns corrupted asynchronous transmission has erupted

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

we're shattered, our particles scattered stand and stare down here on the ground looking at the skies above to try to understand what we are here for and to figure out the meaning of it all like skew reflections our images in a mirro glass distorted from the cracks of the past the stars casting shadows, a darkened veil covering all fading memories of our formes selves, they just won't last in the distance we what matters, dissolve into nothing and the nothing dispersed into nothing but black emptiness into the darkness we see what matters, dissolve into nothing no control of mind over matter, shattered we're made out of negative matter travelling through the darkness of our inner thoughts searching for recognition points what lies within our soul and hearts our particles scattered

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Sequence hate erupts, the senses drop Blood flow in reverse in the veins A rhythmetic despise for life retaliates Uneven backwards pulse generates An out of rhythm sequence of anger Feeding the everlasting raging adrenaline Merging vengeance and hate filled emotions An out of rhythm sequence of anger Feeding the raging adrenaline CHORUS System overload with hatred Reprogrammed soul so dark and tainted System overload with hate The nightmare has no end This eternal conflict will never die This internal instinct will for ever survive CHORUS Systematic hate

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025