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be your slave
Everybody knows that's what I crave
Come on and be my master
Black leather on, black leather on

All the muscle and the sinew
Keep

Eat the flesh off the land
Taste the souls of the damned
It's the way of the sand
And my master plan
It's your time to die
And my time to shine
Flaming

If

Joni Mitchell

Shine

2007

hated
Don't give in to hating back
Don't need to look so good
Don't need to talk too wise

(If) if you can dream
And not make dreams your master
If

every sinew is reaved
Under the shadow of horns
Your new master of thorns

Baphomet Supreme...

Hell is where you live now
Manacled you are now cowed
Led

Needles threaded with sinew
Dulled down old blades sharpened anew
Saws clad in corrosion
Rusted, worn-out teeth, yearning for blood
A master of his craft

to the instrumentation of shattered bone and the Aria of the separation of flesh
It matters not
The sinew drapes down from the ceiling
Nearing the edge of eternal demise I

of the human soul

Other eden, other world
Enkindled fortress, pythonic gate

Red pulsating flesh
Spreading its sinews
A cataclysmic shadow
Growing the master's

and interaction. But, as we integrate this device into the sinews of our daily existence, do we not risk becoming the very robots we program, our thoughts and whims

consumed by heartless preparation for war
through sacred sinews our doctrine is scored 
armies of darkness repeal the light
a villainous horde now descends

and all, come forth the living dead
Feast upon the ears, the tongues, the cream of spider stew
Help yourself to another plate of fresh virgin sinew
There's

not seen
My only access to the world-flesh
Where every lust is unrequited

Battered, broken, bleeding
Recognised, I am the master

Suffering is my

breaks her own laws
And there's no genius without flaws
See the beauty in Vitruvian Man
And don't censure what you don't understand

Surpassed his master

And yet don't look too good
Nor talk too wise if you can dream and not
Make dreams your master
If you can think and not
Make thoughts your aim
If you can

this in situ as I
Rip open wombs with the whole sinew
With no issue given subliminal hits to the
Point where no one can even notice you
Hope this don't

good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph

Dispatched and it's tracked in tact on arrival
Impact pon your mind bro
No matter the venue
I'm giving up my blood, flesh n sinew
More than wordplay n

he'll do
Will he make me transcendent
Master of my neurons too
I told the potion seller
I bring you eyes of newt
Throw them into your cauldron
Make me

will construct a monument to the Destructor
To bring about a new age of death in this material realm
These temples for you, my master
Gozer the Gozerian

of a short time
And I'll bring my perfect will
For you to a perfect finish
For I'm the master planner and designer
So rest absolutely on me


It's not by power

And yet don't look too good nor talk too wise

If you can dream and not make dreams your master
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim
If you can

don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can

chains of deprivation

With cursed hands outstretched
To heavens far beyond the reach of common man
Such fear and wonder
Flesh torn in two, the sinews

I killed a police-wife with a rusty knife
Then cut through sinews and bloodways
Must I continue ?
It's a shame this art is forgotten
I'm collecting

Amassing the bodies in pits as they die
Fetid and filthy the rot
Flesh, bone and sinew, discarded like waste
Even their names we forgot

The symptoms