Past Present - Skinny Puppy

Is this pure reality?

Could we be led to believe?

Lemmings up against a sea

Drowning in speculation

Even told when waters older

More polluted, never

Drink the murky media

To plumb the depth of time

What of human frailty

Visualize with clarity

Past the sanitation to the

Childish flesh and bone

Bleaching sticks and stoner ribs

Pukes up the gallows' laughter

Stage the mighty media

Blessing this sanitation

What is this supposed to hold?

Freedoms crush disparaged souls

Despot dug in yellowcake

And failed to certify it

Crippled son to pass it on

A hatred fed on hatred

Deify defensive form

As if to never see that

What is real, canned I feel

Less important than today

Anyway, is it worth the slaughter?

Sit and feel absolutely zero suffering

A condition worth denying

Pasted carcass killing fields

Body parts off dolls that bleed

Who was once committed

Pulling wings off flying things

Feeling bold to knot put over

Twisted ever after

Hissing faded left alone

To replicate the lie

What is real?

Asks the dream

Some dim shift

A rift within

Funniest

Seems a distant damp ring

Fitting end

Destitution ego death within

A condition, dear dementia