Another go round on this wheel of fate.
Taste poison without knowing how to educate.
Position taken doesn’t mean position earned.
Knives are driving into whatever is observed.
With a grin of lamentation forever of display.
Long past where humility turned to ruinous decay.
As angels sting with barbs of venom and honey.
Remember this world is defined by death or money.
Choke on the hand of your crooked God.
Fracture peace for yet another slap to the cheek.
React and you’ll be branded weak.
Dying in place is better than living a dream.
Those are quotations from a twisted being.
Unwind atop an altar of abject terror.
Don’t recall when he severed our tether.
Permitting ourselves to run amok with no sanctions.
Each action taken has resulted in domination.
Being whittled down to barely more than a strand.
Progress will soon be little more than a grain of sand.
Cauterising hope with a super heated blade.
Only thing on offer is whose blood will be sprayed.
Choke on the hand of your crooked God.
Fracture peace for yet another slap to the cheek.
React and you’ll be branded weak.
Dying in place is better than living a dream.
Bastard antics fuelling more transactional liberations.
What remains is that which stands before a fall.
Dogmatic bullshit that continues this cycle.
People continuing to act awfully spiteful.
With acid spilling from every words they speak.
Calling others out for trying not to descend into a void most bleak.
Turn from these tactics.
Stop spilling for pleasure.
Focus on union.
Division won’t see you survive this weather,
As it scorches us to ashen debris!
