You’re going off like a cluster bomb.
One false step and I’ll be a victim.
Never sure what might set you off.
All I know is that you are wroth.
Spitting flames like a demon.
Ready to swing at the slightest thing.

Two sides to every story.

Persecution is a complex you hold.
Where you should be tender you are cold.
Blocking out what doesn’t fit your mood.
Voicing only opinions that are crude.
While playing victim for affect.
Espousing how all I offer is rage and neglect.

Relationship of twin toxicity.
Each side hates in perpetuity.
Vying for something that will never come.
Peace is devoid when both are hating the other one.

Regret dances around my form.
Uniformity continues to be wrong.
These events are secured to the past.
Haunting memories when they dare to pass.

Am I the fool for believing in hope?
Mistakes taking hold of what lies on wait.
You’re gone but not forgot.

Silence rings in every fired relapse.
Triggering what I can’t retract.
Rousing thoughts of what could have been.
Integration by miraculous means.
Never parting away from its core.
Getting carried away as if it’s law.
Energy spent didn’t change a thing.
Removal from this sphere of communicating.

You might be winning this war,
But as your ally each new day I die a little more.
Struggling to hold it all together.
In the face of your endlessly stormy weather.

This siege continues to erode my will.
Every action you take makes me feel ill.
Battered by tides that refuse to relent.
Your retaliations are not divinely sent.

Bending beneath these chains that are choking.
Division between us is widening but unspoken.
Like ships in the night we are going separate ways.

Battle cries continue to darken my light.
Yet you continue on what I now see as a senseless fight.
Raging against foes of your own making.
Not sure how much longer I can keep faking.
Wearing a mask to portray that all is rosy.
Already sussed out by those who know me.
As devastation hangs over my bowed head.
Dignity has long since been shed.
Battle scars cross my heart and soul.
Do you truly have an end goal?
Or are you fighting just for your own selfish glory?

Skirmishes don’t abate but multiply.
I ask if there is a reason as to why.
Duty and survival are your excuses.
In your eyes I see nothing but abuses.

Death is wrapping tendrils around our bond.
For too long this union has been wronged.
Termination is coming without a choice.
Never again will you get to hear my supportive voice.

You may one day win your deluded war,
But you won’t have me to back you up anymore.
Grief has claimed what was once happiness.
There is nothing left to call of trust or us.

Running knives down each others back.
What are we meant to be achieving with that?
Torture for the sake of trying to fill time.
Clear that we have all gone blind.
Lost in fog that aids our decay.
More we push the quicker we fade away.

Toiling at faces constructed to supplant.
Yet we continue along avenues of a dead end rant.
Fashioning heresy just to give us a route.
Truth be told we’re in need of a reboot.
Alas our time has been squandered.
And no more chances will be offered.

Severing too late that which didn’t birth joy.
Enamoured by offers of a cheap staged ploy.
Choking health out of withering forms.
Replacing prosperity with lopsided norms.
Dead end roots enticing with lies.
Bait and switch betrayal right before our eyes.

Sucking on hopium that will never be true.
Butchering brother and sister for chance number two.
Yet violence is the trap that was set.
Fall into it and you’ll suffer only regret.
As reality smothers dreams of peace.
That is when we will realise we’ve been fleeced.
Sent down a hole that has no survival.
Blinded as we thrash in desperation.
Wanting to be a better fucking person.
But realisation has stung past the final hour.
So we shall all suffer death’s arrival!

Blades edge has cut deep and wide.
For too long we conducted violence with pride.
Inflicted chaos where union should reign.
Extolling copious mountains of pain.
Treading grounds we’d scorched to black.
For our crimes there is no coming back.

You bay for compliments which you don’t deserve.
Vanity turned from obsession into personality.
Narcissism has become your consciousness.

Using others to get a foot in each new door.
Like a snake oil salesman but oh so much more.
With talents for enticing those in isolation.
You are a leech but with malicious planning.
Shaking hands with a grin filled with knowing.
Before long these poor souls will be choking.
And when you’ve stripped assets like a debt collector on commission,
You bury emancipated corpses with derision.
For worth to you is only what you can gain.
Whether that be land, money or illicit fame.
Cause there is no charity except for you.
Bloodthirsty in pursuit of something new.
A hunger unable to be satiated.
Looks used to get celebrated.
Welcomed in with obedient fervor.
By these marks who will serve her.
Offer themselves until they die.
No remorse will be offered as she sunders their worlds while they cry.

Still baying for compliments you don’t deserve.
Vanity turned from obsession into personality.
Narcissism has become your entirety!

Belching toxins into vapid air.
Transformation of a jewel to despair.
This once great sphere now spins in decay.
Every species dying, robbed of dignity.

These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Nothing will survive this brutal oblivion.

Fumes so dire they will liquify your lungs.
Breathing apparatus won’t save us for long.
Crude delay to inevitable finality.
Put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye.

This almost barren rock has lost its beauty.
Sold off for profit that never saved a soul.
Transgressional thinking sealed catastrophe.
For by the time realisation struck those most guilty of this murder,
Irreversible trauma had predetermined the future.

These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Nothing will survive this brutal oblivion.

As fires fuel only that which hastens our ends.
Technology failed to avert what we refused to comprehend.
All for pursuits that could never bring relief.
Instead they cemented death and grief.

Slaughter of primitive mentality.
Was never in the cards.
Deck was stacked in greed’s odds.
Alas belief in the cost was never accepted.
So our world has been obliterated.
Stacked high with refuse and slime.
No longer Earth, this is planet Grime!
Rotting putrid night and day.
Better labelled a slow mass annihilation.

These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Termination has embraced what could have not come.

Late stage is already here.
Advertising is playing on fear.
Amping us up just to deny us our prize.
This mass sabotage is of no surprise.
While politicians bay for bigger cheques.
Ignoring plagiarism as it wraps round our necks.
Robbing scrutiny from beneath our noses.
Distraction emblazoned with overly staged poses.
Meant to baffle so long as your gaze is fleeting.
Whittle away freedoms with secret meetings.
Fashioning adherence with sugar coated lies.
Everything is built to divert analytical eyes.

Pandering only to their own kind.
Stripping our bones from its rind.
Pretending we have a hope to ascend.
In truth they wish us to pledge allegiance and bend.
While horrors grip at the hearts of innocence.
Taking a scalper to anyone who shows sense.
Lobotomies carved into future prospects.
Only use is if we suffer lifelong defects.
As rich get richer off our sickening states.
These elites just want to relentless take.
Suck out all the marrow to sustain their existence.
Martyrs are made for continued resistance.

Separation of soul from form.
Rise up and you’ll be hung and drawn.
For punishment lurks in shadows of night.
Prepare for persecution if you dare fight.
Cause cash is king in these monsters halls.
They answer in blood with vicious tools.
Carving out debauchery to suit their games.
They would gladly watch you go up in flames.
Writhing against bonds we never committed to wear.
Every word they speak is about how they care.
Yet actions scream louder than lies.
And all they prove is how little they want us alive.

Loyalty rewarded with increasing pain.
Longer the commitment the more corporations gain.

Set your flag then watch it fade.
For your honesty more will be paid.
That is the modus operandi of capitalisms way.
Costs rise as service fades to mediocrity.

Dedication met with erosion of your importance.
Stand by a brand and you’ll be taught a truth.
You only matter when you’re funding their lifestyles.
Otherwise you’re a name that is buried in piles.
Forgotten until you cause a ruckus.
Corporate opinion is fuck us.
Promise the world and deliver much less.
All they want is silence until your last breath.
Then you’ll be dead and have outlived your usefulness.

Set your flag then watch it fade.
For your honesty more will be paid.
That is the modus operandi of capitalisms way.
Costs rise as service fades to mediocrity.

Some will celebrate their valuation position.
Unable to grasp they matter only while they conform.
Step out of line and problems will soon come.
Cause to rebel is to labelled a traitor.
Truth will see you called a hater.
Thirsting for death to modern society.
If it’s so modern then why is it not progressing in reality?

Stagnation is what these entities crave most.
Turn our humanity into a ghost.
All so they can climb ever higher.
Selfishness incarnate should be put to a funeral pyre!

Set your flag that has faded away.
For your commitment you have suffered continually.
This modus operandi you denied for so long…
Resulted in more costs for services degraded until they were all but gone.

Sick of the same old baiting that’s going round again.
Another click happy set of lies to create a trend.
All narcissists voting in their own election.
Stacking every deck so there is no competition.
Cause playing fair is a fools mistake.
Better to use subterfuge to get past the gate.
Jump a fence then steal all that you can.
Only aim is to not get caught when you take everything.

Steal like a psycho amped up on amphetamine.
So long as you don’t poke your nose where it shouldn’t have been.
For errors are costly and the price is a life.
Make one wrong move and there goes your wife.
Into a pit that is deeper than your despair.
Whatever you tell yourself won’t change that you put her there.
Squealing like a pig to save your own hide.
For so many others it would be better if you had died.

Deluded sense of importance wrapped in dead flesh.
Continue believing that you deserve happiness.
Sold drugs to small kids and killed for a laugh.
But to wish you ill, well you think that’s daft.
Alas actions have consequences and so these are for you.
Set one foot out of line and demise will come true.
Hold that in mind when you try to grow balls.
Another misstep and you’ll be nailed to walls.

You’re no victim as you wear sheep’s clothing.
Failed wolf tendencies will have you overdosing.
Grovelling like a bitch in the eyes of your betters.
Always been a soldiers, not a trendsetter.

That’s why you continue to be a weasel.
Braindead dumb but not evil.

Facsimile of tyrant hiding behind your money.
Ill-gotten gains and it’s not funny.
Destroyed lives to get where you are.
Bottom feeding parasite you will never go far.
Too busy being a vapid clown.
Smirking at your own deliberation.
Only opinion in your remit is your own.
If you had your way the world would be your throne.

We the people hate your face.
Every new statement issued is a fresh disgrace.
Corporate blindness wrapped up in tone deaf greed.
More is not something you actually need.

Yet these tides are turning.
Soon your cultist flags will be burning.
Enjoy your empires while they still stand.
Before long they will be falling down.
Torn apart by those you so desperately tried to exploit.
Never forget your downfall will be what you wrought.
From an insatiable desire to always have more.

These conglomerates of glass are shaky.
People at the very top will always be flaky.
Chasing trends they can’t comprehend.
Its why these entities always play pretend.

Yet these tides are turning.
Soon your cultist flags will be burning.
Enjoy your empires while they still stand.
Before long they will be falling down.
Torn apart by those you so desperately tried to exploit.
Never forget your downfall will be what you wrought.
From an insatiable desire to always have more.

Paper thin understanding of the masses.
Some barely a heartbeat away from fascist.
Feigning they care while they plot.
Believing these scandals will be forgot.

Alas we people are not that dumb.
Only remember better than anyone.
For stealing our worlds cuts us deep.
Its why we will always bay for suffering to be steep.

Cause these tides are turning.
Soon your cultist flags will be burning.
Enjoy your empires while they still stand.
Before long they will be falling down.
Torn apart by those you so desperately tried to exploit.
Never forget your downfall will be what you wrought.
From an insatiable desire to always have more than what you’ve got.