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Escape From New York

from Costumes by Namor The Sub-Musician

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Flying planes to deliver death with twin towers the powers that be won’t last the night no end to this nightmare in sight glorified kite gives flight to evade sight and crash lands stand when confronted lives are stunted blunted broken and battered my survival is the only thing that really matters the most play host to the ghost disappear into darkness as death harkens starts barking beckons and begins screaming attempt to wrap around the brain break the current chain of thought seek what must be sought only hours I’ve got but could wander for days in a daze confused haze recover from this phase and interpolate data manifest ability to cast bullet spells for zero manna it’s a massacre like Santa Anna Blood stains my hands as I stand my ground I’ve been found discovered my hiding place uncovered but I’ll recover with another maneuver slight detour but remain sure I’m coming for the king of the city pity be he the man that stands between me myself and I missing one eye but thoughts belie cold emotions stolen from radioactive emulsion rocket propulsion like hand grenades there are lives to be saved a new road to be paved mainly mine gang head way another mainstay I’m here no matter what you say to stay this is my turf you’re Nerf in comparison show me what you’re worth what’s that walked straight into the trap snap shut like a Venus fly can not deny tactics are completely ruthless they leave opponents toothless what use is this to stand against a man that’s an immovable object defeat stuck in between a rock and a hard place face this hard case with iron fists to face erase any that give chase with great distaste the last place you’d expect to find a hero produce movements like Shapiro behind the scenes like Spiro Agnew as we renew don’t misconstrue the truth or be so obtuse might as well put your own neck in the noose I’m a pit bull turned loose careful what actions you choose should you loose I shall show no mercy cast no shadow clear a path with indestructible mass when I move even if I were to die could never deny when pushed in ambush I bring the pain like acid rain no hope to tame a rabid dog appearing in a mist like a fog rip your limbs like a log welcome creatures from the bog in the smog no wish to be a cog in another man’s ambition instead step with quick decision for derision when I envision incursions that occur what’s more there’s a dark frame in the door I can’t wait to see what’s in store what more could this night deliver me except from my sanity masterfully manipulate formulas to stimulate reactions pain like all thing passes but in me it spasms face the abysmal chasm of the legion of doom locked in the doctor’s tomb deep in the womb of Madelyn Prior an evil empire of crooks tools and cronies mash the meat like bologna sliced to strips drip and rip every drop from the corrupt stock don’t mock or Mack to motivate sedate all regions severed like puppet strings of will but still struggling the knives in my back are tickling blood is trickling down my face please lord deliver me from this place to any other shudder to utter words before I collapse begin believing seeing the code and stride like a Strode cold and unfeeling a being unable to die even if I were to try make a wish this passage is a myth from mouth to mystery learn the history of the curse you see before your very eyes Now shackled with companions pale like manikins polarizing comparisons capture isn’t an obstacle just slightly embarrassing embossing skulls with fragments when tossing limbs like contaminants I am a weapon when wielded give me an opportunity to kill return to the kingdom the bastard son of liberty cast of iron will facilely cutting down men maliciously for what seems an eternity the car screams down the bridge wheels leaking like a sieve on impact we can tell the cabby didn’t live lift the lid and place the bid busting off shots like Billy the kid dripping with SIDS tripping on acids step into lake Placid where your body is flaccid fed to massive machines of megalomaniacal ego maniacs on the street below the ground where I can be found collect cargo bound for the wall here the voices of my vanquished opponents call as they fall cut down in a volley of fire singular desire as the remaining minutes move to expire like the fire in my veins what little of the capsules remain a voice is calling my name with needle to penetrate the carotid ends the same as it started ambiguously we’ve parted ways wish I could say this was the end of the line for me and I’d remain in retirement but I’m sure I’ll return for at least one more to ensure humanities very existence even at a distance when in need of assistance sequel impossible mission it’s an easy decision simply call upon Plissken!

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from Costumes, released July 25, 2015

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Namor Carbondale, Illinois

Deep in the bowels of an unholy love for synthesizers, soundtracks, soundscapes and Tetsuo The Iron Man there was born a freak. They say I am an alien mutant metahuman.I say I am simlpy Namor, the Sub-Musician.

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