Drank in a miasma that’s turning you mad.
Pathway to destruction of all that you had.
Do you think this self-sabotage will break your way?
Look into history and tell me what you see.
Wring hands of bloodshed and division.
No one here wants to stare at oblivion.
See all that they’ve worked for go up in flames.
But if you support violence then you are deranged.
Excuses will not be excused.
Compulsion will sever us from you.
Enjoy being shut out in the cold.
Outcast villains!
You will be forever ridiculed.
Poison your waters for a cheap thrill.
You might believe your insanity but most never will.
Masses want peace and a quiet life.
Not living by violence on the edge of a knife.
Lost in the mist that has poisoned you sick.
Turned you into acting like a complete prick.
For this is not a pathway to peace.
So you’ll be lucky if you ever get release.
Locked and key thrown away.
Punished for stupidity.
But if that’s what it takes…
Then judgement will be rendered.
Freedom forfeited for being a pretender.
Losers shackled and plummeting down.
Won’t see you at the bottom cause we won’t be around.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 