The Music of Chance
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They met by chance. His alarm had failed. He was late for his train, so he caught the 8:15. And one week prior, she’d crashed her car. No major injuries (that bleed), but holes were left in her. Now without a car, she sat on the train. He sat opposite, as few seats remained. She sank in a book (it) distracts from her pain. He opens a book, both covers the same. They read inside their own minds. Their knees touch, abrupt, in real time eyes arise from words, to face to face, to glimpse (and) apologise with grace. And then retreat to the safe page. But when eyes met the glance would stay. Become a stare. A moment shared. A future born between the pair. They broke into smiles, exchanged pleasantries. Eyes lowered to books, then acknowledging that they read the same and they loved that same, Reflect on the train what they hate the same. They talk to the end and pledge to engage each other again, same train, next day. He’d catch the late train throughout that whole week, just to be with her, just to hear her speak. Soon their time apart reduced to withdrawls. Every free moment led to phone calls. Gone from our world they built their own walls. Lost in the bliss of it all. Soon all they knew, was me, was you. Their views askew. As one they grew. It’s boy and girl versus the world. All those opposed were wished to hell. Hell. They took the chance of the legal bond. Swore ties for life, and before long the seeds of contempt the familiar sows, would not relent. Their quest to expose soon shows..... ....maudlin in the smiles. The fears of the brave. Contempt in the kiss. Revolt in the slave. The bad in the good. The flaws in the rose. Details (once) overlooked, now are wounds exposed. They read inside their own minds. Never touch. No lust in their time. Eyes don’t rise from words. It hurts to face the hints that they have since replaced their words with, when they ceased to say the truth. When clear went shades of grey. Their love removed. Their trust abused. Now every move’s perceived (as) a ruse. And their time apart’s reduced to relief. Reduced to the art to sneak, like a thief. To reclaim a self. Recoil from the world. That which they’d created they would dispel. But tenuous links they’d forged from distate of much of mankind just held them in place. They’d not separate. The familiar sows seeds sprouting to great comfort in what one knows (in what one knows). And it was beautiful how, despite contempt for each other, They would find solace in their hatred of most others.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026
The product of an environment bereft of lucid ambitions, beyond how best to forget the pain of the trappings of the passionless, can soon resolve dead ends when primed for focused quests. (hand that’s dealt) The product of an environment indulged in fiscal excess, can also come to know the pain of the life of the misdirected. Spoilt for choice does not mean the choice is right for them. (hand that’s dealt) (chorus) Hand that’s dealt Best play to win, for you’ll lose if views are removed from the truths Of the hand that’s dealt For a poker face is better off replaced with lucid honest traits Of the hand that’s dealt For the luck of the draw equates more to the partial, than to the all Of the hand that’s dealt For a poker face is better off replaced. The product of an environment ingrained with the guilt of sin, (with) the pressure of the blame, the shame, of the life of the tethered lamb of god, can boil into a life of hedonistic excess (hand that’s dealt) The product of an environment poisoned by violence and fear at the hands of a guardian, can blame themselves, if they are raised to never see the point of view, how life without abuse could be. (hand that’s dealt) (repeat chorus)
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026
Man made. Designed to withstand unknown time. Monuments to the mind. Chambers to the hive. Once primed to host commerce. Or abodes, until adverse economic climates eviscerate them, silent. Until the architectural corpse resurrects, through the miracle of decay. Skin like paint peels away. Reveals flesh toned brick core. Metals return to the browns of earth. Rust is like raw dirt. (it) Paints its murals. Itself (is) its own tools. It strips the past away. The beauty of decay. In contrast with man himself, dereliction enhanced aesthetics. In contrast with man himself, the decrepit eschewed pathetic. (repeat parts 1&2) Statues worn through leprous decay. Limbs fell away. All whites now grey, brown or green shades. Wires left in pseudo botanical bouquets fall.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026
He found himself in the opaque resin of a brass two hit. Never thought to look there before. And he didn’t like what he saw. No. (chorus) When self perception blows through the smoke, and shatters the mirrors, So that the reflection, once singular, now numbers in the hundreds. And as he was subject to the scrutiny of his own eyes, hundreds of times at the once, he felt the most oppressing sense of disapproval. It was all he could do to stop everything. Stop. (repeat chorus) It was like a dissection. An invasive procedure. He saw the waste at the core. The remains from the flames, repugnant. Disdained. Ashamed they were his all.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026
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With all the fore-sight of a grand master, plotting ten steps ahead’s the way I approach each day. Contriving events that will suit my gain. Refrain from innocent distractions. I focus. I will manipulate all that’s perceived as fate. All thoughts I’ll instigate. All actions I’ll dictate. I will digest the elements with unparalleled scrutiny. And when man and earth are mine, I will force my will on the planets. I will instigate strategic conflict with the galaxy. Stars will become mere pawns. Venus my queen. Neptune king.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026
The reward was in the fall. It sounded so absurd. To build to destroy. Like farmers raise a herd to slay, to feed. But that effect’s lasting. See the tragedy of this is it’s gone near instantly. Might briefly resurrect it as water cooler talk. But it’s just like a bully kicks your sand-castle and walks. Domino architect. Victim and assailant bound as one. Domino architect. Treat the wall with respect. Treat each fall like a death. Like each death’s worth respect. The tragic’s camouflaged by a ruse of innocence. The smiles conceal the loathing at the heart of each event. That moment you’d most fear, one thousand stones to lay. Nine hundred, ninety nine done. The thousandth starts to sway. Your breath escapes. You flail.....too late. A premature ending. Abuse ejaculates. Domino architect. Victim and assailant bound as one. I would be the prankster, saboteur. Discreetly intercept this. I would be the prankster, saboteur. Discreetly intercept success. I would be the prankster, saboteur. Discreetly intercept this. I would be the prankster, saboteur. Discreetly intercept this. I would be the prankster, saboteur. Discreetly intercept success. Domino architect. Treat the wall with respect. Treat each fall like a death. Like each death’s worth respect. The tragic’s camouflaged by a ruse of innocence. The smiles conceal the loathing at the heart of each event.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026
Good, gone, bad There’s so much bad in the greatest of good. A crippling insult in all honest compliments. Those who’ll reap benefits mourn as a victim that instant (instant). Like some serve another to best serve themselves. An altruist/narcissist, greed for the goodness of reaping rewards from the sowing of seeds to feed need. (pre chorus) It’s a good world gone bad. Bright girl gone mad. Silk shirt gone plaid. Palm turned clenched hand. Good, gone, bad There’s so much bad in the greatest of good. A crippling insult in all honest compliments. Those who’ll reap benefits mourn as a victim that instant (instant). (repeat pre chorus) (chorus) There’s degrees of bad in hell for those that fell. The best of bad’s a good, it’s all contextual. There’s degrees of good in those who ascend. The weakest good’s an evil when there’s cast judgement. Repent. (repeat)
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026
Fed - rage - fools - you're caged - within - the game - you lose - again - again - again; First you're sent to school, your mind is a clean slate, forced to learn some rules, you must rebel against; Fill your head with things, designed to pacify, your instinctive thoughts, but half that shit is lies; They'll tell you you're smart, if you believe in it, you've won from the start, if you don't question it; They'll try to break you down, if you go your own way, but you cannot lose if you refuse to play; If you refuse to play - if you go your own way - try to break you down - if you refuse to play; You can learn enough, throughout your years of school, just observe the game, enough to learn the rules; These rules run your life, until the day you die, you must learn the game, in order to survive; Don't get stuck within, coz it's a trap they've set, dwell around the fringe, at your convenience; All they want from you, is to assimilate, your mind to the school, it's how they earn a wage; It's how they earn a wage - is to assimilate - it's all they want from you - it's how they earn a wage; Then you finish school - a new trap awaits - university - five more years to hate; Tying up your life - feeding you your thoughts - no reward in sight - just your test scores; Say you make it through, your further education, what's in store for you, today is so uncertain; They expect for you, to fill your time with work, your reward is cash, that's how it's supposed to work; Then you buy a house, a car and by the time, you've payed your shit off, your life is past the prime; Now you've reached end game, if that's the choice you made, this is what they want, but there are different ways; There are different ways - if you have a dream - never give up hope - chase it endlessly; (don't back down) don't back down - (don't back down) to adversity (don't back down) You'll encounter it - (don't back down) constantly
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026
This is how they’ll fuck you. You go to a club, pub or any place where the girls display what is your taste. Socialize with social lies that represent you better than that true crap. Spin a line to a girl who likes you. She suggests you leave as a pair to visit your place. In her embrace, to a taxi, straight for your home base. And in transit she texts. Sending as you arrive. And you pay it no mind as you welcome her..... ....into your home. You smell her perfume. She excuses herself to your bathroom. Many minutes pass. You sit in silence with your patience stretched by your intents. (the) still is shattered by your doorbell. (you) shout “I hadn’t planned guests” out to the girl.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026
The snakes eyes.... ...will speak of loss. Of cash, or the cost of all. The fall from that ultimate height. (fulfilled life) Hypnotizing, like carrots on string. Addicts gambling like skill was something. Victimizing. Victims left writhing. Their pain’s easy prey to enslave. First the fire, then lies. The pain then the fall. Poisons feed wounds of disease. Coerced by venoms to repeat defeat as the pyres bleed flames of the greed, it’s ashes all scatter like sowing the seeds of disease. First the fire, then lies. The pain then the fall. Snakes eyes are warning signs. They’ll topple the scales of reptilians hide,
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026