Hewn from tortured stone.
From this vantage point alone.
Staring out across wretched tundra.
In the distance screams deafening thunder.
As rivers dry to feed the fields.
Men and women die upon rusted shields.
While birds flee to pastures new.

In these mad times.
Where peace has well and truly died.
Prosperity is but a memory.

Fractured by dark descent.
Hopeful future is now bent.
Buckling beneath failing light.
Where once it shone it is no longer bright.
From events that doomed so much.
Little is left for us to touch.
As decay takes the throne.

In these mad times.
Where peace has well and truly died.
Prosperity is but a memory.

Do you possess the key?
Wading through all that is now distant to we.
Struggling to breathe.
Damned by our incessant greed!

Butchered upon our man made altar.
Forever we fail from our falters.
Grasping at things that are already gone.
Wake up too late and our sentence is…
Written in stone.
We carved it alone.
Fashioned by our hubris takes.
And so we our a victimless mistake.

Ruptured.
Battered.
Choking.
Fractured.
Psycho scripture one and two.
We jotted it down and ingested it too.

In these mad times.
Where peace has well and truly died.
Prosperity is but a memory.
And soon so shall we be.

Are we in a race to the bottom?
Making best efforts to turn potential rotten.
Choking on fumes we pumped into our air.
Doubling down to multiply proof that we don’t care.
While corporate gods decide our trajectory.
Drowning in suits obvious greed and stupidity.

Towers of pollution burn our lungs.
Individuals forego making decisions.
Bowing down to false prophets with a smile.
Another snake oil salesman to top this flaming pile.
While elected officials sell off hopes.
Our civilization is grafted to slippery dead-end slopes.

Baying for fortune as if it is blood.
With each passing day this world is clear as mud.
And yet demands for change fall on deaf ears.
These megalomaniacs care only about aligning ideals.
Leeching whatever can take them higher.
They’re like a junkie crossed with a vampire.

Step on the masses just to get by.
Truth is redundant in a world built for lies.

Between the buried is where I reside.
While you obsess over a new deicide.
In a world absent of divinity.
Fixation replaces what was once known as integrity.
Swapped one code for another.
Selecting what turned us against each other.
Friends now stand as enemies.
Can’t see the woods for the trees.

Haunted by old citations that refuse to fade.
For this time debts will fill my grave.
Burning faster than sense can comprehend.
Put a bullet in the gun.
Temple meet then dead again.

Suffocating upon wings of sovereignty.
Choosing new disaster over trusted me.
Civility torn apart by wolves.
Each new entrant will join the ranks of desperate fools.
Siphoning while good manners stay broke.
Fixated on not being called a dope.
Semblance of joy left at the door.
Every way we turn there is another war.

Surrounded by guardians that cannot speak.
Instead your solution is to cheat.
Kill quicker by element of underhanded surprise.
Set a trap and watch for hours.
When it’s sprung you laugh while laying flowers.

Butcher in plain view.
You care about no one but you.
Steal what you crave.
Only death walks beside you.
Holding your hand.
You adore burning with brands.
Sick mind with no heart.
Tearing innocents apart.
Peace is a sin in your eyes.
Better to kill and take what you like.

Destruction is your calling card.
Silence comes with pain.
Petals mark your territory.
Nothing survivors to just be maimed.

What a two faced truant.
Psycho in a flow.
Trebling each body count.
Killing for sport.
Fracture what refuses to accept your inhumane terror show.

Mesh of needles pierce my flesh.
To your crimes I shall not confess.
Rip my limbs and break my mind.
No matter your tactics these events won’t align.

Beat victims until they retreat.
Monster in a man suit.
The past is something you can never delete.

Fistful is nails to pulverize to death.
My will refuses to sunder to distress.
No matter the violence you cannot prevail.
I shall surmount and smile as you fucking fail.

Slaughter innocents on repeat.
Clear for all to see.
You will never to able to erase any of this history.

Barbarism is your sole play.
Anyone who dares to dream will be taken away.

Do you believe there is assurance in these tactics?
A solid foundation that won’t start crumbling when the masses rise.
Step on too many ants and they’ll eat you alive.
Remember that when fate passes it’s final judgement.

Brandished torches signal impending doom.
Looking at my corpse you see it smiling like a loon.
I gave you this warning but you paid it no heed.
And now the time has come for you to bleed.

Fighting for the future.
While they kill to believe.
Refusing to surrender.
As they steal but never grieve.

Opposite sides of a coin.
Rivals until oblivion.
Meandering around conflict.
Ignoring each dereliction.
For convenience is key.
Empathy is weakness.
Sordid way of thinking.
Reckoning in singing.
I know the end they’re bringing.

Laying waste to history.
Repeat every mistake.
Lusting for victory.
Regardless of everybody’s fate.

Devils in our midst.
They wouldn’t be missed.
If they faded out of view.
Removed from me and you.
Might bring about a new dawn.
Reset after what’s gone wrong.
Splitting off from sanity’s loop.
What destroys would be mute.
Allow for an untainted reboot.

Rail against this downward trend.
Enacted by those who cannot bend.
Old men dictating to the rest.
Virus’ in our midst.
We don’t wish to be death kissed!

Resist overlord execution.
Victories for we.
Servitude is not our solution.
We’re determined to be free.

Eyes burning ’til the light of day.
During darkness these terrors won’t go away.
Fighting for survival against vices in physical form.
Each sunrise I have another version of me to mourn.

Will there be an end to this ritual?
Can I break free of my curse?
Stumbling backward embraced by a hearse.
A funeral march in my name.
Consigned to history by roaring flame.
Drowning in this suffering stage.
Unable to start on a fresh page.

Soul screeching for some peace.
Not afforded an opportunity to be released.
Squirming in a cage made of bone.
Don’t want to consider that these are my own.

Piercing through a veil of failed joy.
Suffocating under all that makes me ill.
No option for a period of still.
Boxed in with the only door locked up tight.
Four walls of despair lack any sort of light.
As mutilation screams in my ear.
I hope for an end to these mountains of fear.

Subjugation beneath a twisted sigil.
I’m a barely functioning individual.
With bonds cutting into my battered flesh.
How can I hope to breathe after all of this?

Swelling lungs are cutting me short.
This refuge is too far away.
As toxins fill my chest with gasping.
I know soon I will be crashing.
Fighting for moments yet to pass.
Alas there is only so long my strength can last.
With vision narrowing to pinpricks.
I’m determined to remain.
Even as my muscles scream that I’m already done.

Spores are liquifying all that I am.
Convulsions are exploding
My mind unravels as I thrash about.
Foam erupting from my crooked mouth.
Thought lost to terminal decay.
I hear sounds but not sure there is a reason to pray.
For end result is locked in.
These are my final moments before dying.

Waking with a fevered sweat.
Groggy as if I lost a drunken bet.
Faces staring with disbelief and astounding.
It must’ve all been a twisted dream.
Before I speak questions are fired my way.
Quickly I realise it was not a fantasy.
But somehow I’m still in the land of the living.
Is this a gift or a curse that I’ve been given?

Of the billions who have faced those spores,
I’m the only one not to go through deaths doors.
Yet tests define no reason as to why.
And so I have to watch as those who nurtured me die.
Knowing what they face each time it comes.
Be lying if I didn’t hope no one day I’ll succumb.
Even frequented a gun with my mouth.
Contemplating hastening what might be in doubt.

Particulates even fowled up the gun.
So I had little choice but to carry on.
That opportunity has led to a new role.
Helping protect those still breathing.
Seems odds aren’t as poor as one in billions.
More like one in several dead millions.
Abhorrent percentage all the same.
But these lost and confused survivors need guiding.

Six years later and billions are dead.
That airbourne plague has withdrawn.
Less than three thousand survived that disaster.
Now we are rebuilding a little more each day.
Honouring those lost to that time of terror.
Preparing for if it does ever return.
Immunity might not last forever.
But no matter what we will endeavour.

I’ll crawl on broken glass, just for one more chance.
But I’m all out of sand and stuck in this trap.
Fighting to keep my head above the surface.

Times are changing but never in a positive direction.
More I struggle the quicker I’m fading.
With lacerations all over my back.
Feel beaten like a rice sack.
Screaming with a voice on mute.
Each new catastrophe is something I can barely compute.

For war has become my one and only companion.
Not likely that I shall ever be a champion.
When resisting wears me down to smooth stone.
Leaves me cut off and alone.
Thrashing in my death throes.
Skin transformed so now it all does is cycle glows.

I’ll crawl on broken glass, just for one more chance.
But I’m all out of sand and stuck in this trap.
Fighting to keep my head above the surface.

State of being that continues to abuse.
Harder I try the faster I’m guaranteed to lose.
With a head full of stormy weather.
Flesh has been hardened to leather.
Yet still I’m being hollowed out.
Limitations to this suffering are in doubt.

Show me a sign.
Give me a break.
I’m owning my mistakes, so why are you crushing my life?
Is this retribution for something more?
Fuck you not allowing me to withdraw.
I gave you chances that you squandered.
Ask for the same and all I get is butchered.
One sided existence annihilating my brain.
My other side wishes to erase my name!

I’ll crawl on broken glass, just for one more chance.
But I’m all out of sand and stuck in this trap.
Fighting to keep my head above the surface.

Yet I’m the one who fashioned this madness.
Sick of my suffer.
Give me a blade.
I’m silencing your laughter.
Carving out your cancerous stave.
No longer willing to serve as my dark twins slave.

Creeping up my window pane.
Hardly even recall my own name.
For I am lost in ebb and flow.
Pulled beneath the surface by the undertow.

Sinking fast and failing.
Too much has been trailing.
In the abyss of me.
But now I see my purpose.
It’s time to deliver this void to entropy.

Sliding down this pole of life.
Deflecting away each item of impending strife.
For hate is not a necessity.
Time to combat violence in its entirety.

Defences built up strong.
Refuse to come undone.
In the halls of this abyss.
Continue to live with my purpose.
Of delivering this void to certain entropy.

Pause.
Hear the calls.
Vision.
But here it stalls.
For prophecy is by design.
And in these moments none can climb.
Fated upon wings of torment.
Remove this madness and make it dormant.
Otherwise days will pass me by.
Take time to stare decay right in the eye.

Falling quick without a chute.
There is no chance of a reboot.
From the heaviness of this abyss.
Moment has come to cement purpose.
Of sending this voracious void into its final entropy.

Hear the thud of a relentless beat.
Sick of hearing its droning repeat.
Like a hammer against my brain.
If it carries on much longer I might go insane.

Same shrilling voice reaches my ears.
Makes me wonder will I witness fears.
As mechanical voices replace organic.
That is when in sets my abject mountains of panic.

Turning up a volume that only distorts sound.
So intense it has become I feel it in the ground.
Rumbling foundations as if a quake has come.
Some might call me mean but this blurriness isn’t fun.

Rather listen than lose my hearing.
Quotes from a man who just wants to be sleeping.
But instead insomnia is gnawing at my periphery.
Converting patience into ill will.
If you don’t stop your blood I will spill.
With a dull razor and a mouth full of bile.
Name is menace better known as Kyle.
If you do not heed my actions will be war.
Do you really think you can resist my fist smashing your jaw.
Make take a couple but you’ll be out for the count.
Be sure of this promise unless you really wish to go a bout.

Backing down is a result that holds no surprise.
Rather be embarrassed then beaten alive.
Proves you do have smarts when they are needed most.
Because clearly you don’t wish to be turned to a ghost.

At last the air is still and I can now rest.
Put my nerve to the test but you were not the best.
That is why events favoured my way.
Otherwise you would have been buried today.