"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space

They Call Themselves 'The Sons of Liberty'

Fortune: you are behind me
Blinding all with rallied light;
Blowing as if on my dice
With the winds of perseverance
Guided by my sight…
Beckoning unnatural interference
In this den of
Mice and lesser men;
Your willingness to die
Gives my own life importance.

Fatman, you are before me
Giving me the lighted halls
Ignited by C4 to see through
Revelations accentuated
As insanity and the withdrawal of
Them weaker than
My atoms C squared,
Detonated bright…

Benighted we lie
Upon an altar bathed
In the slave blood of righteousness;
Long enough to breathe it
Into their mouths and then
Etch ‘carpe diem’ on their graves.

Our Etude:
No longer to fawn as some say, leaving
Upon us a sutured,
Yet un-healing wound carving:
“the pawns of indentured servitude.”

Vamp, you are beyond me
Deluding life to it’s pure meaning;
Human being will simply fail
Against eternal conspiracy
As we endure maternal
Inferiority,
You fight for nothing but Queen.
Though she craves Death,
And you are not him;
Within, we all but you seethe on it
That one final, unequivocal breath:

Upon an altar bathed
In the slave blood of righteousness;
Long enough to breathe it
Into their mouths and then
Etch ‘carpe diem’ on their graves.

We can never be free
Of other men
No matter their struggle
Or our relation to them
A tyranny still will
Wash over me
And for you, light the path
To another
Sons of Liberty;

Your love, in
Concurrence with
Reward and motivational circumstance,
It’s evocation will eventually rise
Against Me
Vamp
Fatman and
Fortune;
We, fully alive, but what becomes a
Bulimic contortion
In Antithetic disproportion

To Eve and Abel’s ten to one seas;
We will set assailing on your government’s
Craps table.

-BrianshipPotemkin, September 5, 2011-2013

“Clearly” in homage to the tragic heroes of Metal Gear Solid 2, the members of Dead Cell; initiated long ago while and finally finished through listening to the Sons of Liberty album by Jon Schaffer.

Ancillary inspiration:

“It’s science. When shown a picture of someone you are in love with, the centers of your brain responsible for motivation and reward (the same that are stimulated by other addictive substances like drugs and alcohol) become more active.

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