This played out story is starting over again.
Same characters with a setup ending.
Feels cliched with how it continues to rend…
Hearts from chests as if it’s a job.
Bodies on place prove humanity just wants to rob…
All it can from the halls of its home.
Speaking of peace while electing death to reign.

Next chapters unfold just like they have before.
Watching this replay is such a snore.
Clear that ideas have been traded for status.
Unpackage this bile in clear view.
Another trophy that’s not held by very few.
Such a sad state to be speaking aloud.
Destruction is an act that makes our species proud.

Twisted sense of being consumes our location.
A small percentage of our will is creation.
Between bouts of exerting control.
Domination of everything we touch is a limited goal.
Lining up dissenters with weapons at the ready.
Conform or be torn when the hammer strikes.
Dissolve freedoms once labelled as rights.

Spitting on lessons that should be heeded.
Positivity is not a thing that will ever be needed.
It’s a choice that often is sold for glory.
Fell it like you would a tree for its wood.
Watch as all you know falls to dead fog.
Desperate screams are to be ignored.
Speaking in opposition will see you branded a fraud.

Sense of importance cut down to root.
Wake up one day to realise you’re under a boot.
Crushing your throat as if you have no importance.
Remember you and me are just here for convenience.
Feeding a machine designed to erode.
To turn our souls into nothing more than code.
No reset will alter this trajectory for anybody!

Serving my heart up on a platter.
The more I commit the quicker I shatter.
Gazing at this face that warms my soul.
Beyond my reach and too good to be my goal.
Person with joy, grit and sensitivity.
None of which is meant for me.

Beast deserves no beauty.
Forever singular as I drift along.
Sticking to these darkened avenues.
Fortune never favours the undeserving.

Remove these hopes from my dreams.
Body broken from my mistreated teens.
Shallow waters that fill me with doubt.
From beneath this roof is the only place I shout.
But it won’t fill in this void.
So I am left craving to be annoyed.

Beast deserves no beauty.
Forever singular as I drift along.
Sticking to these darkened avenues.
Fortune never favours the undeserving.

This is how it is destined to be.
Fighting back terror while craving harmony.
Yet nothing can stem this flow.
It’s as if a dam did fail.
Eradicating any chance to prevail.
Drowning in these tides.
Decimated against my own pride.
With no round number two.
It’s a one shot deal and then it’s through.
Squandered mine for so long.
Now all I can do is look back on what went wrong.

No heart left worth a damn.
Ran and betrayed myself with my own scam.
Led my happiness straight to ruin.
Still I knew what I was doing.
Though refused to admit.
I was always the sole culprit.

Beast who deserved no beauty.
Forever singular as I drifted along.
Stuck to these darkened avenues.
Fortune never favoured my undeserving…
Jagged little shell.

Your level of driver is in permanent reverse.
Act as though to try is somehow perverse.
Hiding away hoping out of sight is out of mind.
Praying that everyone else is blind.
Will forget that you are present at all.
Vegetating like a talentless fool.

Rear your head only to distribute blame.
Each word out your mouth a lie that should elicit shame.
Saving face is your sole motivation.
Take credit for others points of conversation.
Meant to be authority but forever shirk it off.
Simply want to keep your nose in the trough.

Talk the talk but no spine to back it up.
Your mouth is something you need to shut.
For bravery doesn’t exist in your lexicon.
More than half of this you would spell wrong.
Believing everyone else is as dense as you.
No other person accepts these words you spew.

Moaning is the one thing at which you excel.
Proclaiming how your life is absolute hell.
Mid-life crises from the day you were born.
You’re droning on like a monotonous horn.
For sympathy is only for the one.
And we all know who’s that person.

Self-centred antagonist in your own tale.
Determined to make your existence fail.
Dragging down those just trying to live.
Misery is the only gift you are able to give.
Prattling about how your life is so unfair.
Wake up call, is you’re not the only person here.

Corporate stupidity reigns again.
Did you wish to make money or is it all pretend?
Buy up assets to knock them down.
Sounds like a fool acting like a clown.

Rip up, kill what you did not create.
Sick and tired of these life destroying replays.
If all you want is to accumulate then maybe you should buy boxes filled with paste.
But instead you want items what have a value.
So you can squander and leave it to create no revenue.
Sounds like someone has been listening to an accountant.
People who have to clue about reality or how to lie straight
Forever inventing forecasts that have no bearing.
Yet they will swear they have a robust background that is worth more than entire corporations.
Which is why execs are the only ones who fall for such shit.
After all most of them aren’t worth dick.
It’s why they always jump into cavernous holes.
Piss away money over which they should never have been given control.
For they are worse than toddlers with teething pain.
Endlessly throwing tantrums as if it will change a thing.
Better plan would be to turf them out.
These professional professionals that have zero nouse.
Stumbling around like drunken thugs.
Sorry, that’s an insult to the drunken lugs.
At least they’ll sober up and wonder why.
Meanwhile the suits will take this money and wave goodbye.
Jet off to the next catastrophe they set in motion.
To a currency is their sole devotion.

Perhaps if consequence kicked in their door they wouldn’t shit where they eat anymore.
Could be asking too much of this braindead stew.
Cause ultimately they haven’t got an iota of a clue.
Banging heads as if sense might suddenly appear.
More hopeful that they’ll spy a flying deer.
One with a red nose who goes by Rudolph.
That lands alongside this jolly giant playing golf.
Sad to say they wouldn’t connect the dots.
As one plus one is several lots.
Proof that intelligence is for the few.
If it wasn’t then maybe they would simply do.
Not ruin things for me and you.
While staring down from their high towers.
Thinking they deserve all these powers.
All while betraying their own apparent goals.
Of diving deep from these shoals.
Into an abyss they cannot truly grasp.
Which is why when it goes askew they gasp.
Startled by how it has all gone so wrong.
Get a better chime from a collapsed gong.
Cut from its cords like they need to be.
Instead of butchering art into short term greed.
Feeding off others brilliance like a leech.
One’s who deserve no chance at speech.

Selfish dumb empty headed drones.
When they speak all that can be heard are moans.
For rational thought is beyond their grasp.
Why everything they touch never lasts.

From political to not giving a fuck.
No matter who it’s just more dumb rot.
Spinning in circles without a pause.
One raises taxes then the next goes for more.
Without any sense of where it will end.

All I want is peace and quiet.
Too much noise for where I now lay.
Division and aggravation are not places I wish to be.

Another tragedy that didn’t need to occur.
Some double down while others go free.
What is this state we find ourselves in?
Looks like humanity has gone lukewarm again.
Pity rationality doesn’t come to the fore.

All I want is peace and quiet.
Too much noise for where I now lay.
Division and aggravation are not places I wish to be.

This might be selfish or perhaps bordering on rude.
But truth is I am simply sick of this mood.
It’s all a torture process played out in real time.
Violence begets violence like a fictional line.
But if it was fiction it would be above board.
Instead this is reality that continues to act like a fraud.

Get up, get out and run away.
Not for me this ravenous society.
Step up, back down but never commit.
Seems like all the good ones have already quit.

And that’s no surprise.
Hope scorched from the insides.
Blackened without a chance to regrow.
And so I say it’s time for me to focus on my own patch of Earth in Sol.

Words are so cheap.
Much like the lies.
Speaking in rotations.
Leave these falsehoods behind.

All I want is peace and quiet.
Life of my own.
Still guarding my future.
No division or aggravation will frequent where I roam.

Three eyes blind but keep digging deep.
One is for damnation while the second is left incomplete.
Feeding off that which was never yours to take.
Build up these walls all so you can swear it was a mistake.
Bitter taste that declares your words are untrue.
Speak of the devil but I can see it is you.

Spitting in virus while you promise you’re clean.
Contradicting history in hopes of changing the rules.
Fusing your treachery with betrayal on the daily.
No remorse for those you condemn with a smile.
Destroy a little more by cranking up that dial.
Self preservation is your only style.

Gouging tongues and tearing skin.
You are no angel that deserves saving.
Battered innocence to cast your throne.
Shatter peace all for a rotten home.

Playing a victim while you revel in being predatory.
No words can convince me of a different story.
Faking your disasters just to build a cult.
Every event transpired is all your fucking fault.
Words that will be etched in your obituary.
That’s if we survive your violent debauchery.

Xenophobia brought to into the light.
No regret for how much degradation is talked about.
Serving spectacles as deep as the surface.
All this is a charade but you call that baseless.
Flouting rules meant to apply to us all.
Prepare yourself because there will be a fall.

Purpose born from a need to equal these scales.
Short on honour but far worse on details.
Glancing to corners that shout fear into your chest.
Is that because in there you have a conscience?
Clawing at bars you refuse to acknowledge.
See you at the edge of your betrayed courage.

Pain so intense feels as though it might pierce my skin.
Close my eyes only for everything to spin.
Not round and round but forth and back.
My brain when it has a need to savagely attack.

Take deep breathes in hopes that this throbbing will ease.
For as long as this lasts it feels like a new disease.
Timer is ticking but I haven’t a clue.
If this will be minutes, hours, day or a few.

Eyes hate light and any kind of deep thought.
Send my muscles into a tightening knot.
Fighting to function is a losing battle.
Better to lie in a dark room and wait for an ending to settle.

Its worse than a kick to the teeth or a stab in the gut.
For this is below the surface relentlessly pushing up.
Reminding you how delicate you really are.
Give me a break from this torturous burn.
Let these painkillers numb this continuous lancing feeling that exists in my head.
Right behind my eye from cheek to forehead.

Though when it subsides I’ll be overjoyed.
Until that happens I might as well be lost to some void.
Swimming in oceans as my eyes seek light I refuse to offer.
Reminding them that when this agony withdraws they can view all they wanna.

Artificial inflation for the privileged few.
Jack up premiums to a whole new degree.
Acting as if this is a brand of historical importance.
Built on the backs of former government agents.
No thought for how it could be a scam.
Take a trip down recent events and the actions of it’s main man.

Pump and dump like never before.
Insider trading will create a new floor.
Rich get richer while the lesser will drown.
All this racist prick wants is a platinum crown.

Slithered into view with a grift in his eyes.
Naivety has allowed him a continued rise.
Shed skin when it no longer helped him grow.
Attention seeking as an entire personality.
Suing who refuses to capitulate.
Despised by his own flesh for deeds he wishes others to forget.

Manipulation on a scale never seen.
When the crash comes you’ll pray it’s a dream.
Yet still fawn over a man who doesn’t give a damn.
He’d sacrifice anyone to control every pantheon.

Corps that can barely turn a profit.
Bluffing that he is a genius beyond compare.
Then why is your lead faltering with each day?
Falling behind as if it’s your job.
Buy for a profit but crashed it to a record loss.
No genius would be so shortsighted and brainless.

Generational mind but not how he claims.
More like a blackhole trying to rewrite past lines.
Acts like a child but is a middle aged man.
Cynics will smile when it all comes crashing down.

Reap what you sow and what you sow is rotted through.
Declaring supremacy as if these ideas were you.
Purchased every success but never imagined your own.
Riding on coat tails as if it was all down to you.
But truth prevails as present turns to past.
Remember that when your snake oil tactics bury you at last.

You are insidious with the way you infect.
Always creeping in just to amplify neglect.
Virus that refuses to die.
Eroding away trust so you can sow more deceit with fresh lies.

Its as if misdirection is your whole persona.
Thriving because you are a loner.

Try to look innocent but its what’s underneath.
Setting up schemes that turn the strong, weak.
Smiling with a crooked grin.
Only satisfied when you are the one who is winning.

Seems to me you are destruction incarnate.
Nothing seems to harm that…

Swagger that you wear with pride.
Even as you make sure to hide,
Every sordid plan you hold.
Ready to enact plots most bold.
The sort designed to ensnare empires.
Serve as building blocks that form all your desires.

Once your tendrils have woven deep.
You execute tactics that ensure defeat.
Bring ruin to what has stood for thousands of years.
To gorge yourself on all of these free flowing tears.

Empowering what should not be fed.
You are a monster that continues unobstructed.

Deceiver.
Using sleight of hand.
Crafty.
Subtle with a brand.
Vicious.
No conscience dwells inside.
Murderous.
Yet playing innocent to secure your prize.
Entrapment is your way of life.

You are insidious with the way you infect.
Always creeping in just to amplify neglect.
Virus that refuses to die.
Eroding away trust so you can sow more deceit with fresh lies.

This last jump was one too many.
Cord has snapped and I’m feeling empty.
As this ground closes faster all the time,
Remember those who put everything on the line.

Building dreams from shared love of life.
Helping people find friend, husband and wife.
Dedication that ran right to the wire.
Immortalised so that enjoyers can be further inspired.

Do not lament what has been lost,
Only that greed was not worth its cost.
For lives have been rooted yet another time.
All because a select few decided they needed extra dimes.

And to those who gave their heart and soul,
I offer my most heartfelt thank you.
Built universes where millions have and will live.
There is no more we could’ve asked you to give.