March across land and sea.
We are the exhumed,
And we are free.

Sick of dynasties built on treason.
Now we are in an open hunting season.
Searching out those who vilify peace.
Making them understand they will face no relief.
For all their travesties will be paid in kind.
Cross this world and you will die on the line!

March until evil is clear.
We are the exhumed,
And we have no fear.

Disgusted by betrayal and liar’s tongues.
Soon they will rue possessing either one.
Carving out what they do not own.
Popularising the polarisation of being extreme.
Judging others with outdated and twisted means.
Hatred shall not be reigning strong!

March
We are the exhumed.
And we march.
Expunge suffering and march.
Revived as a counterbalance.
Extolling what should have been laid to rest.
No more betrayal and death.
Vent these oppressors into atmosphere.
Clear all parasites that are dwelling here!

March
March
March
March

Line em up and let em go.
Knock us around.
For nothing is owed.

State of being divided in our tomb.
Wind around these corridors.
Restart to renew.
What came before may not come round again.
Spitting out disbelief.
Words unspoken.

This is the omen yet to break.

Old version in a new state.
Confounding me.
Battered I continue to crawl on broken knees.
Struggling to conquer.
Torn asunder.

Termination has become the symptom.
Breathing is the disease.
Limited to observation.
Pulled from safety and thrust into wartime grief!

Lies have been told.
Honesty in shreds.
Damaged cargo.
Gutted by those meant to serve as protection.
Sacrificed for glory.
Squandered token.

Lined em up and let em go.
Wolves amongst sheep.
Tearing limb from limb.
We are owed!

Sun sets on this realm I once called my throne.
This transition period sees me walk this path alone.
Devoid of possessions but what is on my back.
At last I am free of the rope that permitted no slack.
Walking free amongst the wilderness of the world.
Finally perhaps these memories can be unfurled.
No longer crushing me beneath their unbearable weight.
Beginning of a new fate?

Night washes over every grain of dirt and pebble stone.
Across these roads I traverse all on my own.
Unburdened by the horrors that I once wielded so well.
Future I severed before I inevitably lost and fell.
These scars allowed to heal in whatever time they require.
No more do I have to commit to being a liar.
Guilt riddled but persistent to survive any outcome.
No wonder I was close to coming undone!

Dawn breaks on these new lands so foreign to me.
Determined to make this place my eternity.
Building up what starts as a blank canvas.
Past has eased its weight upon my back.
Feeling brighter than I have in so long.
Not sure I have ever felt quite this strong.
This new life I hold oh so very near and dear.
Makes me proud I got here.

You’re pretty to the eyes.
Pity you’re rotten and dark on the inside.
Twisted sense that every one should serve you.
Destroying hope as if you deserve to.
With a smile hiding a liars tongue.
Look appealing as you prepare to sink a knife in.

Conscience to the fore.
Beneath the surface you’re filled with war.
Calling truth a lie to get your own selfish way.
Desperate to loom over everybody.
Causing damage as you please.
All should bow or be made to live on their knees.

Smell like a flower in bloom.
What lies within is a psychotic narcissist loon.
Theft to you is what you have not had bestowed.
Others freedom is something you thirst to erode.
All while pretending to be sweet.
Flashing those pearly whites to all those you greet.

Face filled with beauty.
Malice is what you bathe in truthfully.
Twisting friends and family to get out in front.
Don’t care who other than you bares the brunt,
Of actions that were you but framed on them.
This is cyclical without end.

You’re pretty to the eyes.
Pity you’re rotten and dark on the inside.
Twisted sense that every one should serve you.
Destroying hope as if you have the rights to.
With a pristine smile hiding a serpent tongue.
Look innocent as you prepare to execute others for fun.

Returning home from a distant shore.
Everything once owned is no more.
Feeling broken, depressed and seething.
Sleeping rough all while grieving.

Only possessions are about my person.
These discharge papers mean nothing.
Starving I beg for scraps on a corner.
No one realises I fought for their future.

Flashes of violence keep me awake.
PTSD is what they call this state.
But no one cares now I have no uniform.
I am simply another blight to civil society.

But if you’re so civil why am I left to rot?
Can’t remember warm food or comfort.
Instead I taste only mould and dirt.
Faith in humanity is dead and buried.

Eight years and nothing has changed.
Promises broken for we have been forgot.
Defended you with our lives.
Lost brothers and sisters only to be cut off.

Murdered in a brutal sweep and clear.
If only they’d known I’d be back in a year.
From a crow tap tap tapping upon my grave.
To enact vengeance for their violent ways.

Painted like a dark angel of death.
Fear will fill their final moments.
No redemption arc just to be crystal clear.
This is an eye for an eye kind of situation.

Tin Tin was the first one to go.
His knives were fun to play with though.
And he got the point in the end.
Splayed out with daggers in his chest.

Next had to be the rapest prick.
Funboy who had a bit of a morphine habit.
Wound to his leg didn’t change his demise.
An overdose of supreme size.

Strapped to the driver’s chair.
T-bird was barely able to mutter and stare.
Knew who I was but it didn’t change a thing.
He loved flames and they give him a licking.

Three down only one to go.
Skank would soon be dispatched too.
But not before a king’s court got gutted.
Knowing the true evil didn’t save Skank from going out a window.

In a church that had been left to rot
Grange was not one I shot.
But Top Dollar didn’t get run right through.
While Myca lay twisted and eyeless too.

And with that my deeds were done.
Climbed back into my grave.
Shelly waiting for me on the other side.
Vengeance once and for all paid.

Knock at the door,
I welcome you in.
This dark freezing night is one nobody should be facing.

Warm yourself by the fire.
Stoked like a funeral pyre.
You’re blue in the face so stay as long as you need.

I sit to rest weary bones.
We chat as you thaw.
Your once grey face returning to its natural tones.

With comfort attained,
I offer you hot soup.
You graciously accept this bowl of simple food.

Night grows harsher,
I offer you bed and board.
This acceptance you give is as familiar as I am old.

Night turns to dawn,
When I announce you as me.
You admit with no hesitation as you reveal everything casually.

Smile on my aging face.
Pleased to see my youth again.
I offer only broad advice for you to take back in time.

With dawn now day,
We go our separate ways.
I bid you a good future as you offer me happiness for the time I have left.

Take the parts and melt them down.
Old generations only wear a frown.
Looking down on what is to come next.
Judgement rendered before they can walk.
Branding ready and waiting to be impressed.
Changing views has been convicted.

Nu gen.
Replacement for everything.
Singled out from the crowd.
No more comment or content.

That which has been doesn’t have to come again.
Fresh molds are possible in this engine.
Building a machine that is not a carbon copy.
Cyborg mentality fixated on killing ingenuity.
Paralysing those who wish for progress.
Firestorm when conformity is not adhered too.

Nu gen.
Time for reinvention.
Breaking down what came before.
Fashioning a revolutionary call.

Same old doesn’t help movement forward.
Stagnation has become every moment.
Treading water in life and society.
Watching as our world fades away.
This nu gen wants to remedy that disease.
Fix what is broken for everybody.
Don’t wear them down and reshape their molds.
Give them your support and let change flow.

Nu gen.
Bring this solution.
Join them.
Embrace evolution!

Scrape across the window pane.
Haunting sounds come to strike again.
Feeling terror rise from somewhere too close by.
Tendrils appearing to dance on the surface of your mind.

Gripped by a death stare.
Can’t escape what is not there.
Paralysed while lying still.
Down to the depths you will take this.

Knock upon this fragile shell.
Desecration rings like a tolling bell.
Upon the crooked altar this future is written.
No hope to feel this state known as smitten.

Gripped by a choke hold.
Can’t escape until all is told.
Paralysed without sight.
Down to the depths you’ll feel fright.

Writhing in cold sweats.
Begging to get out of this.
But the more you struggle the worse it gets.
Until in the end it all comes crashing…

Down on your pretty head.
Fracturing your every moment.
Spilling out secrets that should be kept.
These pieces of you now used as weapons.

Gripped by your own hell.
Can’t escape to be well.
Paralysed and feeling small.
Down in the depths you won’t hear anything at all.

Slimy sense that good is bad.
Convinced yourself that happiness cannot be had.
Spent so long staring into the void,
You think light is something that corrupts.

We your friends offer our hands.
Take them and we’ll help you stand.
Its the least that we can do.
After all you’d do it for us too.

So don’t give up, you hear us say.
You can make it through the next day.
And we will be right alongside.
There is space for more than one on life’s unpredictable ride.

Sat alone in a darkened room.
Music blaring to take me to my happy place.
There is no knocking me out of this.
Smile on my face as the drums pound away.
Bass twins with it so effortlessly.
Chugging guitar rips at the fore.
With vocals harsh and perfectly raw.

Reading in the starkest light.
Journeying into worlds that are not my own.
Descriptions really setting the tone.
Tears in my eyes as characters fail to survive.
Clearly they are on a one way ride.
Yet the protagonists keep hope alive.
Few things are better than feeling a story strive.

Figuring out where to go next.
Options innumerable as I write this.
Nothing beats having multiple avenues.
Never forcing where I might go.
Tracing my way wherever I may wish.
For me this is all a gift.
One I revel in regardless of its outcome.