Afterglow

Comments made in the afterglow.
No, no I don’t know.
If where we’re headed is where we should go.
These are decisions that continue though.
With a head of iron and a chest of will.
Please not again will there be blood to spill.
As the hours switches to one past late.
I do so wish that won’t become our state.
Of serving only to disagree.
Building upon what used to be.
Leaving sense in a shallow grave.
Pretending we are all brave.
For I haven’t seen conviction in so long.
Instead there only seems to be more wrong.
With a hand of blood offered as a bargaining tool.
Its become too clear we are all just fools.
Dancing round a grave unmarked.
One soon that will contain our hearts.
Its a pit we all dug for free.
Sold our souls to fuel more misery.
So don’t pretend we are not the root.
Belief in that has since gone mute.
Revelation is something we threw to the curb.
Watch it end just so we can observe.
In a foreign frame with twisted mind.
Don’t quite remember when we were mankind.
That is dead, as are we and so we sit with this afterglow mentality.

Market Of Exploitation

Working five for two sounds like we’re getting screwed.
Pile up high papers until it becomes a mountain side.
So many tasks that you need to complete.
In the end you might have to work 9 days a week!

Where is the balance?
For too long and its wearing thin.
Something has gotta be changing.

Fifty years and you might get some time to enjoy your labours.
Though more likely you’ll be crippled by your days here.
Cause corporate greed has reached breaking point.
All they wanna do is keep taking your life!

Where is the balance?
For too long and its wearing thin.
Something has gotta be changing.

You might think us lazy or difficult to deal with.
Truth is we can’t keep accelerating our engagements.
We have one life and you don’t own it.
Get out our way or might will become vacant!
For our time is not owned by you.
We’re an employee and you need us too.
Remember that next time you try to exploit.
Otherwise perhaps we’ll leave this joint.
Watch you crumble like a tower of cards.
Cause all you’ve built are empires of use.
And we’re sick and tired of the abuse!

Where is the balance?
For too long and its wearing thin.
Something will soon be changing.

In A Former Republic

I’ve heard the rhetoric that comes with the dogma.
How you can bow and do as they’ve told ya.
But that isn’t peace or freedom to me.
Sounds more like oppression times by three.
And its the same no matter where you go.
Galaxy wide this empires a shitshow!

Troopers patrol with their weapons in hand.
Ready to dispel justice where innocents stand.
Yet so many think that this is the way.
Looks more like tyranny if you were to ask me.
Nobody does cause they are all too afraid.
Worried a visit will see their family slayed!

From a world with twin suns to a city wide planet.
What looms over head is not our true senate.
Peace was replaced by threats to conform.
Most of the time you’ll wish you’d never been born.
As propaganda drones everywhere that you go.
Demanding allegiance to a man we don’t know!

We are victims by choice and our cowardice.
If freedom was missed then we would rise against this.
But safety and security has become our shield.
Even if they are fallacy that isn’t ideal.
For utter dominance and power is said to be what surrounds.
Step out of line and those destroyer cannons soon sound!

If It Irks, Stamp It Out

Pick apart reasons that you put forth.
Forever after a citizen without a cause.
I know staying in one place makes you weep.
Before too long you fear you’d become a sheep.

Roots are not compromising.
Pressure does not always thrive in…

Build these walls, arm your defences.
Time to see this phoenix rise with grey intentions!

So speak but know you must also listen.
Upon these stones some will Christian.
Mark set days that never stay still.
Yet somehow these are all events over which we should spill…

Blood on the ground.
Leashed like a hound.
Kept in rhythm and in check.
You like them are all suspect.
Yet here you stand.

Why not be the one who does command?
Rather than be a puppet.
Tell these zealots to simply, shut it!

Roots are not compromising.
Pressure does not always thrive in…
War!
Cut it off and let it go raw.
It is not needed any more.

Sick of the falter and of the scene.
Time to vent out your spleen.

Overwriting

For too long you’ve wanted hell, fire and damnation.
No thought for what that might entail.
Homicidal focus you refuse to curtail.
Ambition strapped across your back.
Sights set on crushing those who…

Do not agree.
Turning on thee.
Determined and free.

With all this sick observation.
Breeding hate alongside temptation.

War in full swing and you are smiling too wide.
Clear this marriage of destruction puts stars in your eyes.
Yet all those bodies mean nothing to you.
For you have added to them too.
Its why you’re filled with pride!

Experimental fix that carries no weight.
All you aim to do is contaminate.
Force your lies that you call truths,
Over the top of others points of view.

Do not agree.
Turning on thee.
Determined and free.

With all this sick observation.
Breeding hate alongside temptation.

Naïve To Nuke

Paved with gold wearing a smile of green.
Clearly you are naive beyond the supreme.
Unable to fathom as diktats come for you.
Frightened until you are but a living statue.

Juggling moments with a quiet cry.
All around you these people are willing to spy.
Sell you out and box you up.
Every neighbour would rat you out to get the contents of your cup.
Drain it dry then move on.
No remorse lingers under their sun.
Pity is reserved for the weak and woeful.
Hence why they default to being spiteful.
With a hint of cyanide sown beneath thick skin.
They are forever your soon to be desolation.

Count those crows.
Its all a lie.
Don’t conform and pretend,

That crucifixion is where you wish to be.
While witches and warlocks vie among the pines.
You learn how cruel others can truly be.
Everyone sees your innocence turn to heresy.

No longer do these streets shine so bright.
Your face is twisted especially in the dead of night.
They got their wishes but now they retreat.
No longer will you suffer a defeat.
Armed for war and prepared for worse.
You will show them how you are now a curse.
Tear through homes like a maelstrom.
Resistance will be a failed form of income.
As their crooked cities crumble beneath your fists.
Those ruins enveloped by debris cloud mists.

Beauty When Death Can Win

Washed out golden stretches in every direction.
Broken only by dark voids where ground is cracking.
Parched and starved of life but me.
I trudge across these undulations weakly.
Beating sun cooking me out of my skin.
Dehydrated and stumbling.

Worn down so I am unable to stand.
This surface is baked, boring and infuriatingly bland.
Burns across my hands from its touch.
Been going for a while but it’ll soon be too much.
Pace slowing to barely even a crawl.
Death knocking like a clarion call.

Then skies darken and rain pours.
Relief as I collapse like a corpse.
Smiling and laughing as the sands turn wet.
Never would I have bet.

When again I feel I can move once more.
The sight I find is nothing like it was before.
For there are colourful blooms all around.
Through those dark cracks they found,
A way to burst forth and open up.
Creating a view worth almost perishing for.

Spoilt Contender

Cat walks under a ladder and I loose my way.
Two is a number that doesn’t quite sway.
Does that make me loose or too tight?
To be honest I think this place is a blight.
Though I have no clue as to where I stand.
Other than to say it is not where I planned.
With angels screaming and devils in tears.
Am I the anti anti so many have feared?

Interconnect with connections frayed.
Starting to believe my seconds are paved.
Set out without me having a choice.
Maybe next I’ll loose my already small voice.
Be lost amongst tombstones and kings.
Meant to sprout and fly off on golden wings.
While everyone else gets their happy ending.
I have to fend off the feral beasts with a rending.

Poised at the culmination of what I no have clue.
Dots are connecting to spell, I need to go.
Race across this once pearlescent blue.
Get as far away from here as I did you.
Devastated by moments I once held dear.
That was until the embedding of abject fear.
Since then I have been but a shadow.
Always determined to sink my teeth into marrow.

Separate and give me a chance to sing.
Rather than seal me inside a rock salt ring.
Incantations that result in an itch.
Repeat them again and you’ll need to sever a stitch.
For your mouth will be sealed as penance is owed.
After all innocence is what you have mowed.
Cut down before its prime had begun.
If I am the monster then you are the arch villain.

Illusionary

Search for an answer without a purpose.
High and low you yearn for a sentence.
Lines delivered from fog so thick.
For this silence is lingering as if it might stick.
Persist beyond its current confines.
Breach a cordon if one were defined.

Empty these streets and back up as far as you can.
These signals are growing without a helping hand.

Stand guard as if something could step forth.
Forever and always hold this particular line.
Drawn in the sand if it existed.
What would happen if this entity persisted?
Do we back out and initiate a program?
Or should we accept that it won’t be gone?

Empty these streets and back up as far as you can.
These signals are growing without a helping hand.

Break out or paranoia might come.
Side eye judgements of labelling others scum.
Is this whatever dwells in that fog?
Maybe we’ve crossed into misunderstood.
Slapping on labels that do not even fit.
Purely so we can have an excuse to exorcise it.

With hands stained and gory.
Our brains functioning poorly.
Eyes blurred and heads in pain.
Firing into this mass with screams in vain.
Fog clears to reveal we’ve slaughtered again.
Bodies litter, showing no malice.
They were us and we cut their chance.
Brother on brother, sister and mother.
This is what we do to one another.
Creeping across and killing those who don’t agree.
Always on the cusp of a murder spree!

Mass Redundancy

Vortex of desolation.
Construct without hesitation.
Formed from madness, pain and thrill.
Sever the server or confront annihilation.
With hands of steel and skin of plastic.
Rewriting DNA as if its code that’s erratic.
Dividing peace by turning it to war.
This tuning addiction will kill us all.
As machines integrate with man.
AI will be slapped with a ban.
But conquer is not a single path.
All else fails this ascension will become a bloodbath.
Of forced evolution at the hands of a droid.
Before too long we’ll be downloaded.
Erasure will be our prison cell.
Panic and plead at the toll of this one bell.
Signifies the end of days has arrived.
From these dimensions a culling will rise.
Cessation followed by new dominion.