Vent my spleen and start again.
You won’t stop my new dominion!
Flag on the wall can’t free the detained.
Forever after you punch at my brains.
Claiming right when you’re always wrong.
Filled with malice as you count for none.
With nails in your veins and sordid past.
Do you think you can truly last?
I doubt you are strong cause what you do is kill.
All that you want is for just another bill!
Quantify with new reflections.
Subject innocents to tracking injections!
Pin the blame like a medal for kings.
Only to then turn and start inventing things.
Stories about how you’ve been betrayed.
How those days have left you frayed.
With memories that haunt you at night.
Leaving you to wage a battle against fright.
Sounds like a sick twisted parade.
Such there should be an exit pre-made!
Coward stripe down their back.
Waiting to unleash brand new attack!
Deicide is the latest fad in play.
No one seems to want it to go away.
Busy counting bodies to their names.
Still don’t see that this ain’t games.
For death is final much like taxes.
Neither of which offer practice.
Done means signed, sealed and delivered.
Regardless of how much you might have withered!
Vent my spleen and start again.
You won’t stop my new dominion.
Quantify with new reflections.
Subject innocents to tracking injections.
Coward stripe down their back.
Waiting to unleash brand new attack.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 