Imp

Sick of the conflict that rages for no reason.
Bound by nylon for not committing treason.
Obsessions rule in this house of Belial.
Force fed another concoction from a vial.
Breed domestication in hearts and souls.
Wipe away individuality from each persons control.
Make husks to use as pawns in a game unending.
Here there is no such thing as mending.
For bridges burnt mean a call to arms.
Pinned to walls by nails through ankles and palms!

Patriotism is conformity by another name.
Upon flesh they will press a roaring flame.
Dowsing innocents and adding conflagration.
Cannot ignore all their cries for salvation.
Offered bile in place of food and shelter.
One wrong move and punishment will be melt her.
Under stars made by hands of enslaved misery.
Wreck peace with but a single word of contemptuous heresy.
Eyes rendered blind by star’s light.
Wanted weak so you are easier to control with fright!

Tyranny rebranded as safety and security.
Organisation made to crush any positivity.
Servitude is all that they want us to breathe.
Forever stay on your knees and grieve.
Pulverised until will has been eroded like stone.
This galaxy is lost and might never be our promised home.
Written in blood are these travesties like treaties.
Made to swallow them down as if they are sweeties.
Hope dashed against jagged rocks of betrayal.
Feel the sting of daring to think it might change from a barbed flail!

Patronising propaganda slapped across walls.
Its like this institutions thinks we are fools.
But revolution is well on its way.
See how many will join this fray.
Spreading like an anti-virus to some disease.
Don’t think you’ll be offered remorse for your pleas.
Destruction is what was wrought and it will be wrung.
Billions of hands will simultaneously embark on choking.
Smashing barbarity where it was once installed.
Our universe will no longer be subjugated and ruled!