Vent my spleen and start again.
You won’t stop my new dominion!

Flag on the wall can’t free the detained.
Forever after you punch at my brains.
Claiming right when you’re always wrong.
Filled with malice as you count for none.
With nails in your veins and sordid past.
Do you think you can truly last?
I doubt you are strong cause what you do is kill.
All that you want is for just another bill!

Quantify with new reflections.
Subject innocents to tracking injections!

Pin the blame like a medal for kings.
Only to then turn and start inventing things.
Stories about how you’ve been betrayed.
How those days have left you frayed.
With memories that haunt you at night.
Leaving you to wage a battle against fright.
Sounds like a sick twisted parade.
Such there should be an exit pre-made!

Coward stripe down their back.
Waiting to unleash brand new attack!

Deicide is the latest fad in play.
No one seems to want it to go away.
Busy counting bodies to their names.
Still don’t see that this ain’t games.
For death is final much like taxes.
Neither of which offer practice.
Done means signed, sealed and delivered.
Regardless of how much you might have withered!

Vent my spleen and start again.
You won’t stop my new dominion.
Quantify with new reflections.
Subject innocents to tracking injections.
Coward stripe down their back.
Waiting to unleash brand new attack.

This is our blue sky shrinking.
What the hell we been drinking.
To believe our schemes would turn to gold.
Unsurprisingly its more like we’ve been left out in the cold.

Doors are locked.
We are cast out.
Banished by our selfish bout.
Not a few but a giant mass.
Our own fault for being…
Greedy!

And squandering our home.
For profit to repay our loan.
Without learning from these events.
Soon to repeat this cycle again in present tense.

Cards are clear.
Fill us with fear.
We signed the contract.
That is a fact.
Now we must pay…
Dearly!

With eyes bloodshot.
Its clear we are alone.
Too busy picking at our lot.
Stubborn like a dog with a bone.

Incoming!
Total disaster.
Terminal!
This ship could sink no faster.

Soon death will greet us.
Offer up our sentence.
Damn us hard and silence us long.
Ensure an eternity of suffering!
For we are the issue.
Parasitic that is so true.
Killing what we think won’t fit.
Our reality is full complacent.
Filled with narcissistic tendency.
Cutting out all capacity.
To see this is all our fault.
What we should’ve done is revolt!

Pull the pen across the page.
Define futures in this modern age.
Scrawl your hopes in this sprawling web.
Write about characters alive and dead.
Whether fact or a work of fiction.
It is not wrong to feed this addiction.
Keeps you sane and makes you think.
Far better than dying for a drink.

Compile your tome as you please.
With joy, heresy or perhaps sleaze.
For your work is as you choose.
There is nothing you have to prove.
Some will love and some will hate.
Never let it make you deviate.
Instead focus on what you enjoy.
Whether you be girl or boy.

Post your musings if you wish.
Doesn’t mean you have to publish.
Can just simply show and leave.
Give it time to mature and breathe.
Some may like and some may loathe.
Either way they read it though.
Just keep in mind its done for and by you.
Doesn’t matter past that point of view.

Woke from a dream about love and heresy.
Ran for my life as if I could not see.
Stumbled down but saved my skin.
Lost a mind due to an old chagrin.
Stitch the fray.

Pondered while out on a star unknown.
All around I considered my new home.
Setting figures out in my head.
Constructed what I always wanted.
Stitch this fray.

Released now from these petty ills.
Dancing all night now I don’t need these pills.
Life is great and all mine.
No more fighting just to survive.
Stitch that fray.

Pieces fall into place as if they were always meant for this.
I close my eyes and smell pure bliss.
Breathing deep I know all’s right.
Feeling getting stronger with every passing night.
Stitch a fray.

All for me.
Pleased to see.
I am free.
Stitch.
Fray.

Keep the faith when they say its gone.
Stand alone regardless of what’s to come.
For in time you will find like minds.
Then you’ll form the basis of a better mankind.

Defeat isn’t eternal.
Even in an inferno.

Heart aflame.
Blazing strong.
Defiance in your eyes.
You are strong.
Resistance is the new communion!

Bear your teeth if they seem sly.
A wrong move and they’ll soon say goodbye.
For cowards are forever craven.
They only act as is they’re brazen.

Defeat isn’t eternal.
Even in an inferno.

Heart aflame.
Blazing strong.
Defiance in your eyes.
You are strong.
Resistance is the new communion!

Divide and conquer is like parting a sea.
The more you do it the easier it comes to be.
Remember your lessons and training too.
For they are your gateway to what helped define you!

Defeat isn’t eternal.
Even in an inferno.

Heart aflame.
Blazing strong.
Defiance in your eyes.
You are strong.
Resistance is the new communion!

Resistance is the new communion.
Resistance
Resistance
Resistance
Resistance is the new communion!

Breathe out when you’re boxed in.
Minutes keep passing and still you’re thrashing.
Making amends just isn’t on the cards.
Open these doors!
Calls that you keep screaming.

Wander round inside my head.
Claws keep slashing wanting me dead.
But my own anger keeps them at bay.
Cut the bullshit!
I won’t bow to them today.

Parasitic influence creeping in.
They are a stark reminder of what’s coming.
With minds full of violence set in stone.
Freedom demanded!
They’ll be made to die alone.

Wreaking disaster at every turn.
Too late is when we’ll eventually learn.
For the pendulum will have swung away.
Crashed and burned!
Nothing comes after today.

So prepare for the unpreparable.
Pointless endeavour but still you pull.
Strings won’t form as you and I wish.
Too far gone to ever accomplish.
Saviour on such a grand scale.
Acceptance is all that won’t fail.
Its why I offer no ifs and buts.
Rather I will face these cuts.

Confined like a rat in a cage.
This was the story that lasted an age.
But every story has an ending.
Can’t escape our fate!
The universe is in the final act of its…
Ren-ding!

Taste you on my lips.
Feel you with my fingertips.
Your voice makes my heart beat quick.
Swear I feel you give a lick…
Up my neck like you once did.
Reminding me you were anything but mid.

Recollection that I wish would go away.
Why have thoughts of you returned to me?
Is this real, are you back on the scene?
Hopefully this is all but a dream.

Smell you as I try to sleep.
Then your touch begins to creep.
Soft breath hits the back of my neck.
I cannot help but turn and check.
But you are not right there.
Frustrated I turn back and simply stare.

Recollection that I wish would go away.
Why have thoughts of you returned to me?
Is this real, are you back on the scene?
Hopefully this is all but a dream.

Once I thought my time was up.
Stared down a barrel waiting for the shot.
It never came much to my relief.
Still life flashed before my eyes, which was far too brief.

Waited to be laid out by a single bang.
Thought I would be nothing but a chalk outline.
For some reason pity was permitted for me.
I lived to tell this tale filled with guilt and hostility.

What sort of psycho hunts for fun?
Especially his fellow human.
Its like a sick twisted game.
One dreamt up by the truly insane.
As if founded in a cult from hell.
Wishing to cast some kind of, hex spell.

Pray for slaughter.
Plead to kill.
Dance with knives out.
Make blood spill.

These are people truly fucked in the head.
Ready to be villains until they are dead.
Its like a calling they can’t shake.
Their day to day is utterly fake.
For they are pain and vengeance to come.
Sapping out all hopes of their victims becoming someone.

Grab the knife, spin the blade.
All to try and make this debt paid.
With no glory or a chance in heaven.
Count down will start at seven.
By midnight all will be lost.
Are you willing to pay such a cost?

Tow the line just like all others.
Those who would sell their own mothers.
For victory is all they care for.
Always want to be claiming more.
But nothing will fill that void.
Only convert you into a substandard droid!

Prang a notion right from your head.
Turn your world to bloody red.
With gallows ready to be used.
Bring out the in some form accused.
Guilty or not its time they die.
Poor souls are screaming why, why, why.

Iodine to cleanse and to kill.
Ignorant to the blood we spill.
Turn your back and walk away.
Pretend everything is a-OK.
Simply so you can run and hide.
Escape crimes by taking a long ride.

Sever sense and replace with flaws.
Hearing the snapping of gaping maws.
Fills your chest with dreadful fear.
Runs you through like the head of a spear.
Leaves you numb and hollowed out.
Allowing confidence to be replaced by doubt.

Swing into action without regard.
Dispatch menace without a guard.
These are the stories of feats from the unknown.
For the one’s who preforms them wear a mask and do it alone.

Meet the heroes.
Offer your thanks.

Shoot out victory looking cool.
They always play by their own rule.
And its a joy to see them prevail.
Yet the hits they take make you think they wear new age chainmail.

Scream for heroes.
Shower them with praise.

For they are our heart, our fists and our hope.
Rendering our streets safer than most.
Luck is what we call it to have them around.
Without their presence this city would come crumbling down.

Into a mass hysteria.
Hive of scum and villainy.
Den of death bred with misery.
Soul destroyer that claims innocents.
Polluter of all residents.

Heroes are our brethren.
They keep us safe while we support them.
Display our gratitude as they secure our future.
With open arms we reward their, character!