These days are short but oh so heavy.
Forming orderly lines won’t fix a thing.
Bodies strewn across these battlefields.
Lives cut short by stupid kings.
Yet here we stand on the edge of a knife.
Blood-soaked hands won’t fix this bite.
As winds howl and determination frays.
Say goodbye and welcome these Valkyries.

On swollen wings they claim us each.
One by one we are taken from this beach.
Pale in the face with eyes of glass.
All that we did was but a farce.
Exhaustion is the name of what our battle claimants feel.
Forever they are working in circumstances quite surreal.
To take the worthy to where they belong.
For these deeds there will never be enough song.

Powerless as they fade and falter.
Blame them not for our horrors are what batters.
These good deeds until it is dust.
No longer will this world know trust.
Bartered to coin by chief crook shadows.
Too cowardly to face our bone made gallows.
Sanctioned for hubris that tore Valkyries from skies.
Events that left them with dead blackened eyes.

Making demands as if I serve you.
Get a grip I’m a person too.
All your demands show your true face.
Ugly and twisted with a hint of vindictive.
Trying to put others down cause you think you’re better.
Jesus, give it a break you are nothing special.
Equality is the name of the game.
Clearly you’ve forgotten that as you rose in fame.

Act like a bully but I do not care.
Those chips on your shoulders will get you no where.
Then flip to the martyr just to make some dough.
What a shallow soul you’ve devolved into.
Hoping to guilt trip if we don’t conform.
Yawn, you are boring with how you carry on.
Your opinions are out and exposed to the world.
Now that masks slipped you wish to bring apocalypse.

Creature lurking in the form of a beauty.
Demanding all kneel and pledge you fealty.
When exactly do you think we live?
Taken a blow to your head in the last little bit?
Might explain your sudden belief you’re a God.
Oh wait, sorry its a reality not fantasy.
Maybe you should hear how you sound.
Sweet to demon in the blink of an eye when someone doesn’t do as you say!

Apathy is now the leading view.
Only care is about getting money from me to you.
Degradation of giving a damn.
What matters is how you can fund someone.

Too much is put into having more.
A psycho fixation that I do abhor.
For it cuts civility down to size.
Breeding contempt that marries with a selfish life.
Consume then throw away…
Whether it be things or people each and every day.

Each of us has become a product.
What happens when it’s all been used up?
Will we, see our mistakes?
Or keep chipping away.
Addiction that can never see end.
That is until there is nothing left to smash under our insatiable greed to always be at the high end!

Judgmental views are at the fore.
Tenderness has become something to ignore.
You take from me and I claim off you.
Cycle that has spun into this current world view.

Belittlement is the latest trend.
One mistake sees you cleaved again.
With sanity short and growing thinner.
Parasite has proclaimed itself the overall winner.
Turning people into husks.
Too late to cut out all that has been done.

Each of us has become a product.
What happens when it’s all been used up?
Will we, see our mistakes?
Or keep chipping away.
Addiction that can never see end.
That is until there is nothing left to smash under our insatiable greed to always be at the high end!

Cast a line into the ocean.
Only then will life be spoken.
When days are but a seldom dream.
Here lies the vault that betrayed all that was serene.
Fashioned from skin robbed by greed.
Jealousy has been given speed.
Writhing deep in caverns of red.
Hide beneath the safety of your bed.
Where angels haunt those long forgotten.
Prowling in the shadows of the rotten.
Deciding fates before they do come.
It won’t matter if you stay or run.
For these eyes are the judging kind.
If deemed guilty you’ll be stripped to the rind.
So stay your course and pay plenty of heed.
Otherwise ghouls will come to make you bleed.
Upon altars built from trash.
Life will be ended with one swift slash.
Drowning innocence in a moment.
Regardless of the chosen opponent.
That is why you must cast no die.
Or it shall be your final whimpering cry.

Solitude in the face of the old.
Perfected moments delivered via trending.
Harness that which doesn’t quite fit in place.
Remove isotopes embedded deep.
With a smile full of ash and eyes filled with lies.
Petulance continues to send out the weak.
Fodder to cannons mounted on rooftops.
Graveyards surround our every dream.
Bulbs filling in gaps long carved by rounds.
These forgotten digits cannot fix the sounds, as sleep gives way to depravity.
Born for nothing is the shape upon which they feed.
Grasping at notions believed to have been sunk in thick fog.
What has been lost is but a sentence to those that were at one time lost.
Detached under suns of distant skies.
We who stand are but the remnants of the non cast.
Severed from roots that used to connect all that was known.
That which remains are the ruins of our now splintered thrones.
These kingdoms split between the realms of us.
Upon these burning altars came our cemented cost.
In halls where we danced one too many times.
These chandeliers are all that remain in line.
For silence has become the ever tone.
One note which ended with the sharpest bone.
When it was wedged deep between our ribs!

Staring at the ghostly face that glares back at me.
Nothing about its dead eyes elicits comfort today.
Haunting sense that my death is right around the bend.
What stands before me is perhaps a final bloody end.

Cause for too long voices have bickered in my mind.
Each one a victim in its own belief structure defined.
With no routes of escape all I can do is stand my ground.
A few more moments and a beacon will flash as sirens sound.

Portrayed as a villain warped by moments lost past.
Down comes the guillotine blade oh so fast.
These shadows want me torn to shreds by demons once banished.
Before I can seek help they always manage to have vanished.

I will not bend.
I will not kneel.
I will not rest.
I will not…
Be afraid!

That reflection is the opposite of what I will be.
Delete all that tried to poison the good away.
Ghouls are not the future which will continue to ascend.
Destruction will not be the new coveted trend.

Ideals once twisted into fragments of what can be stolen.
Those days are faded and no longer will I be fallen.
Crushed beneath boots that once treated me as the cause.
Forever after our hope will pierce the veil of instability.

I will not bend.
I will not kneel.
I will not rest.
I will not…
Be afraid!

Hounding has been washed clean by the summer rain.
Darkness retreated from the light I now beam.
Putrid viciousness has been quelled for the last time.
Watch us now and forever more blaze in glory as we shine!

With these dreams in my heart and my head fixed on prevailing there is no way I am quitting.
You can think me mad or even a fool but I will continue to work to be my very best.
I may falter in my endeavour to be better than I was yesterday, though that does not mean I will stop trudging on.
Even when my hands are stiff and my legs are heavy refusing to flow as they should.

Hope is my motivator.
Will not bow no matter how you…
Take shots at me.
Attempt to force a change.
Tear at my flesh and crush my memory.

For progress is what I crave most of all.
I will never be perfect but that isn’t the true goal.
You don’t understand cause you don’t care at all.
I might be a number to your ideology.
But to me I am a person looking forward permanently.

Despair cannot take my out.
No matter the wounds I’ll just keep…
Living my own way.
Refuse your twisted mentality.
Your outside influence only strengthens me.

For progress is what I crave most of all.
I will never be perfect but that isn’t the true goal.
You don’t understand cause you don’t care at all.
I might be a number to your ideology.
But to me I am a person looking forward permanently.

Do your worst I won’t quit.
Squeeze my world but I’ll keep at it.

For progress is what I crave most of all.
I will never be perfect but that isn’t the true goal.
You don’t understand cause you don’t care at all.
I might be a number to your ideology.
But to me I am a person looking forward permanently.

Why are you so adamant that you want to sleep?
Stay in a simulation over which you have no agency.
Made to wander upon a predestined path that is not your choosing.
Does that not sound like the ultimate kind of loosing?
Where nothing you do can and will ever matter.
Instead you are just a cog in a machine.
When you break you will be forgotten.

Take the pill.
Red not blue.
Choose life.
Don’t be ignorant.

Cowardice is to be stood on the side lines.
Better to feel something than nothing at all.
Staying out of the future makes you complicit in a fall.

Take the pill.
Red not blue.
Choose life.
Don’t be ignorant.

Breathe real air.
Feel true reality.
Staying in this simulation.
Its a choice to be imprisoned in this fakery.

One where you have no bearing.
You can make no waves.
Everything is chosen.
Auto-piloting to your grave.

Take the pill.
Red not blue.
Choose life.
Don’t be ignorant.

Have you no hopes for a future beyond yourself?
This cell might be large but it’s still confinement.
Limiting you compared to what you could otherwise potentially be.
All hidden talent can never be utilised.
This is a choice to remain cut down to a smaller size.
Determined to drink others manufactured lies.

Take the pill.
Red not blue.
Choose life.
Don’t be a tool.

Tendrils pour down from above.
Mind is racing without cause.
For a new system will soon evolve.
Birthed from our days of old.
Integration is an inevitability.
Resist or accept is linearity.

With eyes of wonder you stare into the void.
Hope is what you ache to feel once more.
A beat in your chest, a light in your mind.
For too long power has been confined.

Mimics sit in place of true.
They feed on fake to continue.
As life becomes a digital shell.
Condone the violence that we compel.
Lend our hands to further fuel.
Forever after we are now a tool.

Organic carapace is what you miss most.
Without it you feel like a ghost.
No senses to make this world feel tangible.
Why your heart is no longer full.

Synthetic notions implanted to give background to your existence.
All memory and knowledge has an overused and recycled persistence.

Comparison to that which is parasitic.
The lack of learning leaves you paralytic.
Joy now but a distant implanted memory.
Nothing is born in this age.
All is assembled soullessly.
You feel robbed so utterly!