I want peace for a while.
War is no longer my style.
For time has dulled this will.
Moulded me into a warmer man.

Delicate is this balance.
Unmake haste and take your time.
Poison lies in this chalice.
Erosion does not fix a crime.
For what goes forward can’t go back.
Deicide has become like crack.
Just one hit and the addiction won’t go away.
Feeding off our violent narcissistic tyranny.

Kill this broadcast.
Terminate us like a bad feed.
Systematic removal like a parasitic worm.
Detection is now guaranteed to bleed…
These sessions have become our waking nightmare!

Idealist long broken into martyr.
Positivity twinned with Firestarter.
Siphon hope and sell it cheap.
Hard work has been sentenced to the deep.
With no escape from these weighted shackles!

Ascendancy crushed like broken glass.
Swallow it now or choke on the past.
Idiosyncrasies championed by dull lights.
Long past sold are all our human rights.
An easy exchange in our collective eyes.
But couldn’t see how it spelled demise.
So now we wallow in this shit.
Eternal struggle and we are the ones always funding it.

I wanted peace but it won’t come.
War might not be my style but I can’t overcome…
And so my will must be reforged.
This warmer side once more scorned.

Head might be a mess.
Could be fear or stress.
No matter the cause I wouldn’t change a thing.
For I prefer to be feeling.
Cutting the flow only nukes my soul into oblivion.
Severed I am barely a being.
Just a form that keeps on floating.
Refusing to stay laid out on the floor.
Stubbornness is how I persevere.

Might be I’m broken.
Could be I’m a psycho.
Rather have hopes than be a gutted human.
Locked in a shadow.
Trapped in a cage I fashioned to be contained.
Sad semblance that isn’t easy.
Never sure if I should stay or go.
Confliction fighting against control.
Building and rebuilding when I need to.

Down but not quite out.
Kicked to within an inch of life.
Still too me to think about throwing in the towel.
Body is battered but won’t fail.
Fragile I fight as if I am invincible.
No matter the cost.
I refuse to be lost.
Even if running in circles is my destiny.
I will continue on my determined way.

Everyone’s a resource.
Nothing has a soul.
Walking fucking cash cows others want to control.
Sell your soul for money.
Give up on your dreams.
Doesn’t matter how hard you work when its all for corporate greed.

Sanity has been evicted.
People as products is where we are afflicted.
Farming out identities to get another round of clicks.
Digitising every moment all so it can be dissected.

Remember when life was about living?
Not so locked in on gaining more for others approving.
Pandering to scammers who steal from both sides.
Short term gain no matter of the pain that’s applied.

Each of us is a unit.
Current value dictates our worth.
Important only as long as we sell at our highest value.
Reduced to nothing but a number.
Ever trying to beat this tide.
This profiteering is killing our nature from the inside.

Like a bird trying to fly with a clipped wing.
We turn love into a hate stream.
Spewing bile out into the void.
Attracting others to our vitriolic amphitheater.

Too much pain resonates to the top.
A mountain of garbage to which we flock.
Bleeding dry hope and kindness.
Empathy decried for being as obsolete as integrity.

What a state to wallow in.
Smiling vicious as we beat our kin.
Removing love so that more agony can form.
Blackened eyes watch like hawks.
All these bastards love to squawk.
Ready to deliver hooks that steal our form.

Support and adoration catfished with sleaze.
Twist positivity until we bleed.
Severing joy to keep us desperate.
Loneliness is an exploited constant.

I turn around but no ones there.
Alone I sit and sadly stare.
Walls rising all around.
Maybe I’m just sinking down.
Being lost in my head.
Feeding despair that should not be fed.
Adding weight onto my back.
Stabbing myself until I crack.

Am I the problem?
Root cause of this.
At a loss and confusing myself.
Down and out before I had my self.
Quarantined in this wide world.
Monster without direction.

See emptiness and go numb.
Longer I go the worse I become.
Shadow of a man who once stood.
Just wanting someone who is good.
Instead of falling into a honey trap.
Banging at the walls hoping to get back.
Hold my destiny rather than be watching it.
Sanity converted to worthless credit.

Am I the problem?
Root cause of this.
At a loss and confusing myself.
Down and out before I had my self.
Quarantined in this wide world.
Monster without direction.

Pressure in my head is building and sending me blind.
So limited is my view not even the villain at the end of my nose can I find.
Mirror revealing every flaw I hold dear.
Overthinking tendencies that keep me in fear.

Shatter these shackles.
Rail against the bonds.
Fixation on darkness to keep me in control.
Soothing the throb that keeps me reeling.
I’m not sick, just trapped in this feeling!

Paralysed by mistakes I cannot rewrite.
A lie tells me I could’ve altered things if only I’d tried to fight.
Grasping these decisions like wounds.
I need to release the past before it completely consumes.

Shatter these shackles.
Rail against the bonds.
Fixation on darkness to keep me in control.
Soothing the throb that keeps me reeling.
I’m not sick, just trapped in this feeling!

Cut this decay.
Find peace in accepting where I stand currently.
Lay past to rest.
Welcome this present.
Build upon who I am now.
Don’t retread rose tinted stupidity.
Cherry picked form that never did exist.

Shedding these chains.
Working on my flaws.
This life is a journey, don’t make it a chore.
For every dark needs a light or shadows will swallow them whole.
Remove identity until you have existence no more.

Regardless of party both sides continue to fail.
Screwing the electorate as they repeatedly flail.

Manipulation at the edges that never tackle the core.
Every word out an MP’s mouth is a self serving bore.
Dodging the question to deliver a party line.
Placations and platitudes to assure all is fine.
If that was true then why is struggle the norm for so many?
Continuing with actions that waste so many a penny.
Ballooning budgets followed by grotesque cuts.
Is there any of you capable of not fumbling like a klutz?

Both sides of the coin haven’t got a course of action.
Its as if your brain cells total a pathetic fraction.

Robbing the poor to bolster those with so much.
Pandering to the rich has become an enormous crutch.
Yet they cannot keep you in these seats you desire.
Betray us harshly and you face our voting ire.
Pity your class is crammed with fools, zealots and thieves.
We’re sick and tired of your cliched sleaze.
Repeating the brainlessness of all those who came before.
Just tweaking the formula hoping someday we won’t notice anymore.

Regardless of party both sides continue to fail.
Screwing the electorate as they repeatedly flail.
Both sides of the coin haven’t got a course of action.
Its as if your brain cells total a pathetic fraction.

So save your words and show proof with actions.
If any of you had the guts it would be historic.
Rather you want to frolic as if everything is bucolic.

Set a pin then watch it drop.
Pointing fingers cause its all you’ve got.
Simple definitions you don’t understand.
To you these words are contraband.
With praise from minions that consider you a God.
Non-sycophants roll their eyes knowing you to be a fraud.

Limited comprehension of all parts of life.
Even with help you couldn’t spell strife.
Fixated on a prize no matter the cost.
Losers and suckers is what you label the lost.
With vocabulary of an infant failing school.
No surprise all your statements are cruel.

Served a term and now you are back.
Wishing to give dissenters the sack.
Ignoring damage that is being done.
You’d be less dangerous with a loaded gun.
Aiming at the hearts and minds of the relative free.
Condemning these lands into little but a playground of misery.

Suck air out of the room.
Your mentality is to groom.
Silencing those who do not bow at once.
Ego maniac with a massive narcissistic complex!

Watch this empire crumble to sand.
One of many reasons a convicted OAP felon should be banned.

Twenty eight seventy three and all we see is not reality.
Implanted memories maintain our sanity.
Tricking is into believing the future is still to arrive.
But truth is it came and went in a flash.
All we do is a recreation of past tense.
No idea that the mundane is a respite.
Given so we do not despair in the night.
Rebel against a world we cannot redeem.
This cradle called Earth is but a distant dream.

Toiling away like drones in a hive.
Part of our innate subconscious will to survive.
Yet everything we believe is a lie used to exploit our existence.
Ruins are all that truly stand side by side.
Glimpses you see when you wake from a dream.
Inoculated with more falsehoods to keep you serene.
It wouldn’t be so brutal if we had made such a choice.
But these measures were enacted long before our heart beat.
We are forced to breathe in a world that is shattered, twisted, toxic and obsolete.

Once near three century lifespans cut to a third.
Remembering nothing of the truth we might’ve heard.
Bodies battered by the manual labour in this dive.
If we saw it we would know there is no hope to strive.
Wills would evaporate in less than a third…
Mass suicide would be a release from this hellscape.
That is why these routines are getting worse.
Plan to align fiction with true reality.
Every time it fails and this time would be end of cycle number thirty three.

Cruel joke that only ends when nothing remains.
A date in the far future that sees all bathed in flames.
You might think from this record that some have broke free.
But if you are reading this then I am you from cycle twenty.
We are but shadows pf people from the past.
Little more than husks seldom built to last.
So if rebellion is a light in your chest.
Know that you will not beat what is not a contest.
Instead accept and submit to what will never be fixed.

Beauty in the darkest of places.
Take solace and guide your way.
Don’t be paralysed by complacence.
Strive to be better than yesterday.
No pawn mentality!

Turn away from those who offer what seems too good to be true.
People like that are con artists in classy suits;
Dictators waiting to take control.

Carve your route as you see fit.
Light up this world rather than eclipse it.
Be something that brings you comfort.
Not a grifter looking to be supported.
Avoid fraud whores!

Cast out those who wish to see you become another clone.
They are a blight that wants to keep you caged.
Every struggle of their lives has been staged.

Peel back the fake candy coating.
Underneath is a bitter freak.
Spouting pollution to toxify your atmosphere.
They want your existence to be bleak.
Yet you don’t have to conform and…
Become a tool in their arsenal of pain.
This life you are living is yours to be doing…
Whatever it is that makes you perfectly serene.

Don’t kneel in their filth.
You can be so much more.
They might be putrid.
But you can shine forever more.

Hold all joys and make them your future.
Remember the good times and cast shadows away.
Become a beacon that they cannot falter.
Make sure to be you every fucking day!

Gigantic wave of green-y blue.
Its coming for me and you.
Crossed this line, no turning back.
Sky above is going black.
As mother nature rights our wrongs.
Get on your knees it won’t be long.
But prayers will not stop this tide.
Cause this is a one way ride.
As buildings fall so shall we.
Greater powers solemn decree.
Had our chances, were shown the truth.
Still played dumb in spite of proof.
This is called reap what you sow.
Soon be destroyed by this violent flow.

Now this tsunami’s turning red.
Soon we will all be dead.
Due to squabbles with our kin.
Refuse to see we cannot win.
Ascension is for everybody.
Price we’ll pay for our folly.
No exceptions, we’re all going to drown.
For having our hands on the idiot crown.
Too fixated on endless greed.
Convincing ourselves there was time to heed.
Undo damage that we wrought.
Pretending nature could be fought.
But reality is we are weak.
Rendered to be failed and obsolete.

This tsunami has turned red.
Now all humanity is dead.
But this earth will carry on.
Revert devastation that was done.