Imagine this world and future.
Frightened children ripped from their mother’s arms.
Fathers breaking calm for their families.
This sound abhorrent to you like it does to me?
Now inject blood types as the reason.
Segregation based on A, O, B.
Pathetic is how it sings to me.
For you cannot control the way you were born.
Or where you are fucking from.
So to judge by these items screams of decay.
Once that sets in there is only one way.

You’re going down.
Its a spiral to oblivion.

And try as you might it can’t be stemmed.
Like the spewing of blood from some ruined limbs!

Fixated on what a person was born.
Judging my blood is no different than skin.
Sounds ludicrous until you engage a brain cell.
If you do you might realise that its just a spell.
Form of division sold for wars sake.
To elongate bloodshed and keep up pure hate.
What purpose beyond could it even be?
I haven’t got a clue cause its all deranged stupidity to me.
But then I’m a leftie, handed I mean.
And forever and a day we’ve been seen as not preem.
Well fuck all you haters you’re just thirsting on jealousy!

Shattered remnants cast to the floor.
Don’t want to keep running in circles anymore.
With a head full of static and a mouth full of bile.
Too much too soon will only hasten our clarion call.

Pacing back and forth without a care.
That which once burned as an emergency flare.
Has now faded into an obscure murk of history.
Repackage these strands until I have hands to hold.

Siphon out energies that are not my own.
All so I may sit upon this over wanted throne.
Berating people who refuse to bow when I arrive.
If they do not conform then soon they will not be alive.

Intelligence worn down to a thread.
All to keep these masses well and truly fed.
So palace dwellers may keep their lots in court.
Slashed from the faces of monuments that should abort.

Basic need replaced by insistence.
No more will I slot these pieces into place.
For this age of regression has become a void of disgrace!

Ply fingers from my mind.
I dreamt these villains were always mine.
Head full of demons and a chest full of lies.
Suspect decisions are all that does now arise.

Terminate the rails.
Close off humility.
Sow seeds of de-birth.
Oblivion with no reversal.
Vent out as you are torn.

Shattered remnants cast to the floor.
Don’t want to keep running in circles anymore.
With a head full of static and a mouth full of bile.
Too much too soon will only hasten our clarion call and my denial.

You face the crossroads alone.
Depressed like a dog without a bone.
Cycling backward as if I am glued.
Permanently thinking that I’m fucking screwed.

Consensus is gone.
Where did I come from?
With a head full of fog.
Blood running cold.
What continues to fail is my attempts at resolution.

Paint these walls…
With the blood of my enemies.
Trained to travel across oceans of greed.
Wading in where even death won’t tread.
Soon my soul will have been forgotten…
By the sands of time!

Preservation has no key.
Take this smile from me.
Watch my face twist.
You won’t be missed.
Except this madness to continue to exist.

Paint these walls…
With the blood of my enemies.
Trained to travel across oceans of greed.
Wading in where even death won’t tread.
Soon my soul will have been forgotten…
By the sands of time!

Faker of sentiment.
Lacking in compassion.
Trashed by false intent.
Severing my once sacred identity.

Head first into oblivion.
Realm of violence and division.
Sitting upon thrones of blood.
Bones stick out like wood.

Daedra.
Daedra.
They will invade ya.
Degrade your universe.
Make you recite their demonic verse.

Eventide is no solution.
Soon will come the abusing.
Dilution of your very soul.
Plundering of all control.

Daedra.
Daedra.
They will invade ya.
Degrade your universe.
Make you recite their demonic verse.

Sacrificial lamb on a stone.
Damning you to face this alone.
Blood for the beings of death.
No escape from what they impress.

Daedra.
Daedra.
They will invade ya.
Degrade your universe.
Make you recite their demonic verse.

Twisting peace into fetid lie.
Light in your eyes will wither as you cry.
Pleading only cements this fate.
No bargaining for these deities have only one rate.
Butchering and conquering for their cruel whims.
These Daedra shall usurp and claim everything!

Blackened by lies fed through tubes.
These times have made us confused.
Sent to the gallows with hands filled with gold.
What remains is that which turned so cold.
A subject of matter that we cannot contain.
Petrified by circumstance that we brought into frame!

Fractures forming in eyes too blind.
Poisoning antics silencing our line.
Dragged over coals that continue to burn.
Ruin is what we have interred.
Siphoned our hope until only a hollow remains.
Forever and after we continue circling these rusted drains!

Open in madness but closed off from welcoming.
Gullible associations compound our suffering.
Strike out or swallow these are your choices.
Do not expect to hear a chorus of soul saving voices.

Battered and broken is how we shall sit.
On top of heavens that have long started to quit.
With dashes and dots marking our form.
Get up or we will lose our singular born.
With shadows awaiting.
Time is inflating…
Moments of brightness that have long since been cast in the flames.

Vacuous expulsion of my own dignity.
Running in circles with no chance at escape.
What is this place I made?
How do I break this walled in garden of depraved?

Humility stripped from bones breaking.
Shot in the arm illustrates mistakes I’m making.
Paradise is but a lie.
Too many times I have built nothing strong.
Subsiding beneath my own delicacy.
Burned by these fading segments.
What is life but a fractured memory?

Guilt-ridden strands send my dark.
Clarity is seen in seconds too fraught.
Polarised by my own actions.
Fear soon this mind will be little more than factions.

Ascension has been earmarked for others.
Once upon a time I had chances at brothers.
Squandered and cast to snow.
My days are hubris and I can’t let go.
Suspended in ashes of I don’t know.
Reduced to strands I can’t quite reach.
Sanity is not what I can or should preach.

Buried down in a hole full of lies.
Consolation is a dead end prize.
Victim blaming sewn into your flesh.
Nothing but deranged anarchist.
Fuelled by rage built on deceiving.
No one is going to be forgiving.
You multiplied all this hate.
Ruptured what should’ve been a moment of fate.
Picking bones from jaded teeth.
Lips pursued ready to repeat.
Vitriol lines your every vein.
To you all others are to blame.
With a wicked temper and a ravaged mind.
Destruction is your favourite time.
Perfected clarity dipped in acid.
No way could you ever be described as placid.
Queen and King rolled into one.
Beneath the table you grip a gun.
As defeat is not in your deck.
Those who oppose will become a wreck.
Cast in iron to adorn your walls.
Trophies is what they’ve been called.

Pushed to breaking point in a fog.
Wrath is nothing but a path.
Scrawled in blood like a deity.
Blood is victimless until its you and me.
Parched and dying of thirst for revenge.
Erode confidence as you play pretend.

Rotation of conscious until it snaps.
Get away, save the day.
Then burn catastrophically.

Elongated by these days of fools.
Fascinated by what is crude.
Separated by division dreams.
What remains are little more than screams.
Toothless from an overdose of venom.
Close to breaking in the end.

Rotation of conscious until it snaps.
Get away, save the day.
Then burn catastrophically.

What a disaster.
Life is crumbling faster.
Strung out from my antidote.
Its a lie cause upon this drug I choke.

Rotation of conscious until it snaps.
Get away, save the day.
Then burn catastrophically.

Festering below zero.
Remove another not to feel you.
Conquering is key to prosper.
In your dreams you never prosper.
Dwelling in recesses left unoccupied.
What brings you forth is wanton lies.
Of disaster tasting of burned flesh.
Upon this altar you refuse to confess.
Disease rises from these tombs.
Where angels sing of certain doom.
Smiles so wide they could swallow systems.
Yet the wealthy will never listen.
And just like them you are a part.
Departed of sense as well as heart.
Punctured like a zit with a sword.
Turned your saviour into a ruined fraud.

Need a fucking tourniquet.
Bleeding out my rotten skin.
Shattered like a mirror against stone.

I am nothing but a bubble.
Ready to explode without any conditioning.
Sealed off until I’m not.
Time is something that will soon be forgot.

My madness is spreading.
Flowering like a rose in bloom.
Some might call me fixated.
In truth I am but a loon.
Fractured by my mistakes.
Etched into my every passing moment.

Webs hang off my bones.
Here I shall decay alone.
Only company is this fetid air.

I am nothing but a bubble.
Ready to explode without any conditioning.
Sealed off until I’m not.
Time is something that will soon be forgot.

My madness is spreading.
Flowering like a rose in bloom.
Some might call me fixated.
In truth I am but a loon.
Fractured by my mistakes.
Etched into my every passing moment.

Ground down by slipping gears.
Filled to the brim by anarchy.
Shadows dance in the centre of my crooked eyes.