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!

Performance for a sight in sound.
Echoes of violence crash all around.
Give me peace, send me quiet.
I don’t need another harsh riot.

Feral is what I would call this state.
Complicated for no one wishes to wait.
This cycle hounds us to our graves.
Surrender!
I’m sick of the waves.
Crashing into potential peace.
Extending our suffering and grief.
Pumping hate in all systems.
Crippling a life once worth living.

What is the value of pollution like this?
None, but still we collect these sticks.
Better known as guns and greed.
We surpass even our own last worst deed.

Tear down but never rebuild.
Infection,
This world is thrilled!
Rapture coming down the mountain.
Options are dried up like a fountain.
Blow a kiss and accept oblivion.

I am the blood you can’t entomb.
I’ll watch you die on the surface of our moon.
For you took a risk that could never pay out.
So I’m giving you what vengeance is about.

Bleed for all your tragedy.
Kill them now, set them free.
Jokes on you I’m stronger see.
Twist the knife, pollute your…

Semblance of reality.
Touching grass won’t fix serenity.
Towers are falling.
You are corrupt.
Guess what, everything’s fucked.

Stolen days from the age of six.
Everyone just wants their fix.
With gun in hand and tomb in sight.
If this nights silent you’ll be filled with fright.
For day is scary as am I.
Down the drain for Felicia’s cry.

Bleed for all your tragedy.
Kill them now, set them free.
Jokes on you I’m stronger see.
Twist the knife, pollute your…

Semblance of reality.
Touching grass won’t fix serenity.
Towers are falling.
You are corrupt.
Guess what, everything’s fucked.

But that doesn’t give you a right.
This story was not told to ignite.
Pass these sticks, marry these stones.
We need a night to be far from home.

Push the poison.
Count the crows.
Pout your lips like a hated…crone!

Bleed for all your tragedy.
Kill them now, set them free.
Jokes on you I’m stronger see.
Twist the knife, pollute your…

Semblance of reality.
Touching grass won’t fix serenity.
Towers are falling.
You are corrupt.
Guess what, everything’s fucked.

Take off the mask.
Should be our next task.
Otherwise we won’t last.

Land of the living cut down to size.
Freedom isn’t free if you don’t tell lies.
With splitting suns eclipsing.
Take me from this…
Juvenile infighting.
Crashing bombs and waning smiles.
Condemn us to be but files.
Stored away in cells stacked high.
So distant no one will hear our cry!
For hope to strip out the wrong.
Over and over we hear only a song.
Meant to drain, control and suppress.
Not sure how much more of this…
We can take.
Let us be!

Claw at the face of the ancients.
For too long you’ve kept us like mental patients.
Straight-jacketed without any hope of release.
Drip poison into our ears to numb out peace.
Twisted truth to lie until we cannot listen.
From this life we are completely missing.
Shells waiting for our time to come.
By then we are strung out, undone.
In service to your false gods.
We are used and cast out as if we are cogs.
Care is but a distant noise we cannot touch.
Senses overwhelmed by miles too much.
With mechanical guards exacting your wills.
They teeter on the brink of time to kill.
Fracturing futures as if morality was not a thing.
Unplug this misery before society goes sinking.
Damned to the seas that boil and burn.
Why should our descendants not get their turn?
To live, to love, to learn like we did.
Sever this cord so we might fix before this rig…
Turns to scrap and claims us all.
These masks won’t save you from the impending fall.

Woke up, something felt strange.
War had been buried and left to decay.
It warmed my heart to feel all the peace.
At long last no misery, was my verbal release.
From that day on I could not help but smile.
Daring to dream it might last a long while.
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to years.
Soon a decade had passed without wars grinding gears.
Celebrations erupted each and every new spring.
With no new tensions beginning to boil.
It seemed at last humanity would not fight over any scrap of soil.

Now fifty years later and it’s still the same.
On my death bed I hope it does not change.
For war has no purpose that proves positive.
It is purely something truly destructive.
Laying waste to beauty and potential.
Two things that are far more essential.
And while I could describe how it occurred.
I feel doing so would be quite absurd.
That is why I will leave this light on detail.
Instead with my last dying breath I say this.
Stay in the ground war, you were always worthless.

Bored by the same old rhetoric.
Can’t we just move on?

War for land, fire for greed, kill to warn, I hate this creed!

Over and over this cycle repeats.
Contempt has become like a currency.
Buy it now and buy it large,
Stock it up then cash in later and watch the discharge.

Scorch all land, deny supplies, slaughter civilians, there is no line!

Yammering sphincter one and all.
Claiming none of you have any control.
If its true then pass the flame.
Cause you are clearly beyond being called inept and lame.

None of us want to watch this madness.
Everyone, with a conscience, filled with sadness.
Children dying for their ancestors bickering.
Have any of you considered somehow fixing…
Any of that which has been broken so long?
Of course not you are stuck in the past but won’t let it lie.
Is all this bloodshed worth an eye for an eye?
Cause if you do it too long you’ll all go blind.
And I’d say that happened back along time.
Its why you are fumbling like a drunken calf.
With a head full of idiotic vitriol barf.
Devoid of sense as you continue your march.
There will be no victor in this childish farce.

Bored by the same old rhetoric.
Can’t we just move on?

War for land, fire for greed, kill to warn, I hate this creed!
Scorch all land, deny supplies, slaughter civilians, there is no line!

Corporate greed will be your downfall.
We are not commodities for you to control.
So back up and re-check reality.
You call us delusional yet forget your fragility.
Cause you have no corp without our hands.
If you push too far it’ll be a mass firebrand.

Stuck up, sociopathic tendencies.
Convinced you are worth more than we.
Silver spoon cannot solve it all.
Go too far you’ll choke like a damned fool.
As your head is not as miraculous as you believe.
In truth you are but a symptom of a greater disease.

Twisted slanted view on what is right.
That’s why your collective lights aren’t so bright.
Seen through your muck to your inner core.
Evidence is clear, you are a self obsessed bore.
Churning bodies to build your unstable empire.
Every word you say reveals you as more of a liar.

If you were singular it wouldn’t be so bad.
In fact you’d be a tiny thorn labelled a fad.
Regrettably you are but one in a sea.
Ocean of crazed self declaring genius wannabes.
Convinced that you are pinnacles of vision.
Please, the lot of you deserve only derision.

Playing pauper and to be frank that is you, true.
All your wealth is a number on a screen or two.
Its why you’re so desperate to stay in the news.
If you don’t you’ll sink and then you’ll lose.
Be forgotten as you’re buried in silt.
Will happen shortly after the crumbling of what you falsely claim to have built.