They bring out violence in you.
Watched all the footage.
You are short a few,
Marbles to claim you have a full collection.
Perhaps you need to do another inspection,
If you think that are not a little crazed.
From right here I’d say you’re beyond the third phase.
Eyeing all around as though they are threats.
Counting them as if they’re just debts.
No remorse for the lives you might cost.
For every soul is up to be tossed,
Onto the heap they can rot away.
Clearly you lack conscience or compassion for anybody.
Fixated on your achievements no matter the goal.
Your heart is blacker than even coal.
But to say you are heartless would be to kind.
We’ve seen your plots played out just fine.
Condemning all those who object simply to burn.
What a disgrace you are as you refuse to learn.
So seal off your ego and take out your lies.
All that is left is a sad little disguise.
Courting with demons to stand at the peak.
Forever willing and happy to pray on the weak.
Twisted sense of self important wonder.
No surprise you are a conman under,
All that garb you use to project an image.
Surprise even that you didn’t pillage.
For theft is all that you truly do.
Nothing good sits wherever you chew.
And so I say with a great sense of relief,
Goodbye deranged old narcissistic addicted lying douche, we shall show your passing no grief.
Retribution From The Arms Of An Outcast
If fear is the mind killer then I’m its disease.
Prepare for desecration like you wouldn’t believe.
For time is short and its getting ever quicker.
Soon this world will be barely a flicker.
And one sharp breath will snuff it out.
Of that you should have no doubt.
So take your god complex and cast it to the wind.
Before I ensure you fall from clipped wings.
Patricide fixation has become the newest trend.
Yet under new weight all shall still bend.
Pompous bastards will sit with heads in hands.
From shore to shore across every one of these lands.
But it will change nowt when the ending does come.
I should know as I am that ending in one.
Which you will see when I deliver my final act.
Because all of your necks will have been snapped.
Pray for monsters.
Beg for villains.
This is a new take on our old system.
Reform is for clowns and so they double down.
Never will you see a genuine inverted frown!
Putrid in finery that was stolen from generations before.
Every path that is taken leads straight to war.
And I am the angel that will silence this blight.
Say goodbye to your eyes as they’ll be burned out tonight.
Bracket
Running in circles, I’m lost in a fog.
Can’t see an exit, feels like there’s no way out.
I don’t need a saviour, just a helping hand.
Time is crushing my will to withstand.
Panic in my bones that refuses to ease.
Is this my new disease?
Just when all hope feels lost you appear.
You do it so often my darling dear.
Stripping the rot that has enveloped me.
Bestowing freedom with no signs of fear.
Fixing what I couldn’t see had failed.
Ensuring my ship continues to sail.
You bend but do not break.
Bracket that supports me.
Adds stability to my shaky core.
With you I am so much more.
Stronger than any soul has ever been.
You’re identity is shining and serene.
Perfection in your entirety.
You are forever on my mind.
Bend is not in your vocabulary.
You’re the bracket that supports me.
Adds stability to my shaky core.
With you I am so much more.
Ivory Tower
Cast out and neglected.
Feeling so frustrated.
Its why solitude has become the aim.
Forever sick and tired of someone else’s game.
Ivory tower.
Source of new power.
Lock the door and toss out the key.
Rebuild a life.
Don’t surrender.
Otherwise your progress will go in a blender!
Bullied relentlessly day and night.
Bruises that you can’t hide in poor light.
For villains await in the wings.
You are the prey that they wish to be toying.
Ivory tower.
Source of new power.
Lock the door and toss out the key.
Rebuild a life.
Don’t surrender.
Otherwise your progress will go in a blender!
But if retreat too many times…
You will go wild in their eyes.
Become just as jaded as them.
Ivory tower will unbalance you dear friend.
Its a refuge not a keep.
Spend too long their and you will go freak.
Transform from victim into monster.
I see in your eyes you fear that!
Break from these chains.
Bare witness to all.
You did not falter, crumble or fall.
Heeded these words and have become so much more.
Now these bullies realise it is them who are small.
For they are forgotten and hide in the night.
You defeated them without ever starting a fight.
Rose above and formed your own peace.
Smile and rejoice for you are whole and not just a piece!
Scenery Of A Jaded Curve
Step to the beat, don’t call quits.
Hear these sounds calling.
Prophetic taunts soaked in humour.
This bells rings at the wrong time.
As gums do flap upon the hill.
Mark my words, no more standing still.
What are these days ahead?
Lifted from another’s bed.
Parallel to where ai stood before.
All I smell is blood from my skin that’s raw.
March with drum, join in the cry.
Forever a victim at a graveside.
Singled out for how I stood alone.
Baying for mercy with a head full of stone.
Counting my marbles one by one.
Soon I could be down to having none.
Segmented, I am feeling weak.
Tomorrow is where I want no repeat.
For circles are all I ever seem to tread.
This skin is what I most need to shed.
Patterns in porous rock.
Deafened by the chiming clock.
Carved without a sense of self.
Divided I wonder whether I will melt.
Join a frayed forever strand.
Right my ship or descend down this eroded land.
Swallow up all that could once have been planned!
Around The Bend
Slip a blade in the skin.
Do it all again.
Subject of a modern age.
Their is no peace, only pain.
Torture runs through day and night.
Accept surrender or never see daylight.
Sounds like an Orwellian future.
But do you think it cannot be?
Be honest with your answer.
Or simply turn and pretend that it is not about to be.
Run your tongue on the tip.
Be careful you do not slip.
Find yourself dead and gone.
Having fallen out with someone.
For accidents can happen to you.
Security is but a myth to the dumbest few.
Sounds like an Orwellian future.
But do you think it cannot be?
Be honest with your answer.
Or simply turn and pretend that it is not something you might see.
Defenestration.
Assassination.
Re-education.
Indoctrination.
All these words and so many more.
One false move and you’ll be administered out the door.
An existence erased.
Execution and a shallow unmarked grave.
Sounds like an Orwellian future.
But do you think it cannot be?
Be honest with your final answer.
Or simply turn and pretend that it is not what happened to me!
The signs were there, you ignored.
Implicated, involved.
Now you will be hunted, live life on the run.
Loner pursued by a dystopian system!
Dive, For We Shall Win
Shot like a bullet right out of a gun.
Descending down to stem the run.
No more tyranny will we let multiply.
Liberation through a crosshair over my eye!
Defenders of our society.
We are strong.
We will forever be.
Those who stand in the face of our foes.
Helldivers, our names and we won’t fold.
Armed to the teeth we fight tooth and nail.
Bugs and bots will never prevail.
Truth is our flag and we fly it high.
Never will Super Earth be conquered or die!
Defenders of our society.
We are strong.
We will forever be.
Those who stand in the face of our foes.
Helldivers, our names and we won’t fold.
Patrons of managed democracy.
Instilled in us an unwavering duty.
Religion is naught in the face of our home.
Forever and ever humanity will be sat on this self carved throne!
Never back down.
Never surrender.
Keep Super Earth safe.
Dive into danger.
Show this scum who we are.
With bullets, rockets and lasers too.
Our arsenal will eviscerate you!
Why Its Called The Present
One more time around the sun.
Look to the sky and wish for something.
Days are getting shorter all the time.
Before long you’ll be doing nothing.
Enjoy it while you can.
No need to over plan.
Be in the moment.
Live for the day.
The presents a gift.
Live it freely.
Watching storms from a hill.
Lashing rain does soothe and thrill.
Bask in the glow thats is all around.
Don’t shun away thinking you’re not allowed.
Enjoy it while you can.
No need to over plan.
Be in the moment.
Live for the day.
The presents a gift.
Live it freely.
Services Repaid
You sunk to a whole new low.
Its why they wanted you to go.
For all you did was dance like a headless doll.
Always embodying being a full blown troll.
Using words against your friends.
Made them want it all to end.
As sweetness was never in your line of sight.
You were more enthralled by putting out innocent with fright.
Malice birthed without a pause.
Your heart filled with countless flaws.
Voices that pushed you to misdeeds.
Didn’t care who or what may soon bleed.
As long as it was not going to be you.
Then you wouldn’t bat an eye over how many might die in proximity too.
What sort of soul would think that fine?
Only an entity consumed by crime.
Villain in clothes made from suffering.
Believe they found out every single thing,
That you did to build your brand.
The one that like you now is out in the sand.
Sinking faster than you can lie.
Begging is not something your once neighbours will hear again in time.
For you are banished, expelled, cast out.
And on those lonely plains you will feel doubt.
A sort of dread that leaves you punished.
Call it retribution for all your vile hated fuelled moments.
Segment Gone
First of all I want to wish every a Happy New Year! Welcome to 2025 and in advance I wish you all the best for the coming year. While I have your attention I’d also like to say thank you for any interest you have shown this little corner of the internet. Whether that be views, likes or comments. Its hugely appreciated. Anyway, enough yapping from me. This is a very short one, but it felt wrong for it to be any longer than it is.
The moment of impact shattered all we ever loved.
Leaving us to wander like pups in a whiteout.
Nothing ever fills these voids left inside our hearts.
Its why forever and even after we continue to drift.