I see your smile when I close my eyes.
Can’t believe that you’d tell me lies.
Parties over and we’re going home.
Pleased I will not be doing it alone.

I feel your breathe as I lie in wake.
Every move you make holds no mistake.
Years have passed but you’re still here.
So close to me that I call you dear.

I smell you every minute that I breathe.
You are the only one I want to believe.
Walk around the world once more.
With you I don’t care if I’m rich or poor.

Solace in your embrace.
Hold you by the waist.
Rap tap tap you are my twin.
Not selling you for anything.
Joined at the goddamn hip.
Still nervously biting my lip.
Infatuated and fixated.
My lust for you never satiated.

For what I crave is you through and through
To me you are forever new.

I touch your heart and it melts mine.
Be lying if I said I’m only fine.
Time is ours and that’s what matters.
Every word you say always flatters.

I taste you and it feels like bliss.
Never can or do I wish to get over this.
Hours late but still I choose you.
Everyday our connection does renew.

Solace in your embrace.
Hold you by the waist.
Rap tap tap you are my twin.
Not selling you for anything.
Joined at the goddamn hip.
Still nervously biting my lip.
Infatuated and fixated.
My lust for you never satiated.

For what I crave is you through and through
To me you are forever new.

Journeying across scorching sand.
Searching for a strip of healthy land.
For all our hopes rest on discovery.
Not being a part of anothers tragic story.
Those times have come again and again.
We don’t want to be dealing anymore with them.
Its why we set out across the dunes.
All so we could escape those loons.
For safety and security mean the world truly.
Especially after living through endless war.
Recalling the screams, shouts and more.
They return almost every night.
Give us survivors quite the fright.
Yet still we have carried on.
Its just we don’t want to live amongst them.
Those who thought killing was the answer.
Declaring if you didn’t agree you were walking cancer.
What a thing to say to others.
Those who were and are sisters and brothers.
It was as if they hungered to kill.
Ensure others guts did spill.
Senseless madness born from greed.
Too often it has been the creed.
A decision that causes more harm than good.
Purposefully making sure they misunderstood.
And so these sands are where we prefer to be.
Regardless of whether success we’ll see.
For out amongst the dunes we find peace.
Perhaps it is where our hearts and minds might find release.

You want something for free.
But that won’t be time with me.
Pay for goods and services.
If you fail then its a derail.
Cut communication, drift away.
Termination of this transaction today.

Time is money, and money talks.
If you wanna be a part then show your serious.
One wrong move you’ll sound derilious.

Stump up the cash or get out.
Of a lack of care there is no doubt.
This is business with no pleasure.
Remove any ridiculous thoughts about leisure.
For work is all this will ever be.
If you don’t see that then bye baby.

Time is money, and money talks.
If you wanna be a part then show your serious.
One wrong move you’ll sound derilious.

What is your fixation?
Where are your brains?
Have no respect for your own damn lanes?
Its what you should stick to.
You aren’t a prize.
This is real life my friend.
Stop trying to take a ride.

Time is money, and money talks.
If you wanna be a part then show your serious.
One wrong move you’ll sound delirious.

Why do I care when its all a dream?
This craving is a fallacy and yet for it I scream.
Am I suffering madness or just a broken toy?
To these question I have no answers, boy oh boy.

Rip out this silly obsession.
Cast it to fierce flames.
Focus on real and present.
Not be hellbent on playing fanciful games.
Like imagining a happy ending seen in fairytales.
Such things are pure fiction that do not weigh upon lifes scales.

What are these thoughts that will never fly?
Each day they return and so I’m asking why.
Have I been hit one too many times to think straight.
Or perhaps I am just the last poor soul to get out the gate.

Rip out this silly obsession.
Cast it to fierce flames.
Focus on real and present.
Not be hellbent on playing fanciful games.
Like imagining a happy ending seen in fairytales.
Such things are pure fiction that do not weigh upon lifes scales.

Set me free!
From visions of…
Stupidity.

Thoughts stuck deep and fast.
Things as these should have long since passed.
Yet still they dwell, grow and repeat.
Maybe its proof that I am weak!

Rip out this silly obsession.
Cast it to fierce flames.
Focus on real and present.
Not be hellbent on playing fanciful games.
Like imagining a happy ending seen in fairytales.
Such things are pure fiction that do not weigh upon life’s scales.

Obsessed with this term called woke.
Its presence helps you stroke,
Ego, you are naught but a snake.
Feeding off all those filled with hate.

Whip them up.
Make them follow.
You’re only satisfied when they feel hollow.
Kneel to your every word you speak.
For subservience is all you seek.
With vicious greed and blind objectification.
People are but a means to aid your subjugation.
By gun, god and silver tongue,
You want society to come completely undone.

Breeding misinformation with a smile.
You are all front with mountains of denial.
For mistakes are made by the lowly.
The ones you want to see bleed out slowly.

Guide their hands.
Feed them anger.
Lives are nothing but pawns to be put in danger.
Throw them to wolves to die in agony.
To you that is not tragedy.
For you care only about self preservation.
Strengthened through acts of abomination.
With salutes meant to be condemned.
Your service is made of pure pretend.

Cripple homes until they are divided in two.
What a plot that you wish to follow through.
No remorse or apology lives within your body.
Built a house of cards of which none other is as shoddy.

If a system bleeds you dry,
Then its a form of legal exploitation.
Made by the rich to oppress the minions.
Deliver excuses and you’ll be next.
For elite is another word for master.

When haves tell you where to go,
They are the rot they wish to continue.
Sow seeds that keep you on your knees.
Breed more hatred alongside mind disease.
Greed wrapped in finery and gold.

Judgement rendered from the top.
They will not pause while they own the lot.
For incentive to change they do not hold.
Banging war drums to send off opposition.
Let all who are not them die in the cold.

Brutality is their forever state.
Stand up and you’ll be taken away.
Re-educated to bow to their whims.
For the 99% of us are all non human beings.
And if we speak we are out of turn; the problem, the mass, the should be spurned.

Comment, like, retweet to thrive.
This digital currency is how you survive.
With ratio a gauge to your popularity.
Can’t see that it means nothing really.
No influence gained in reality.
So always pushing for non neutrality.
Filled with takes that are just all wrong.
Make more progress taking hits from a bong.
For this is a mind virus you breed to destroy.
Doesn’t matter for villains are both girl and boy.
Twisted mentality locked in the cloud.
Combative nature is what makes you proud.
Rotten core seeking more pain.
All so there is no end to the blame.
Tearing at hope until it does crash.
Breaking futures with every clash.
For drama is joy in your warped world.
Its why you fly a flag of striking a nerve.
For it brings forth victory in your heart.
Pity it was blackened and jaded from the start.
With decomposition spreading like flames.
Further proof your kind are pictures without brains.
String of numbers hellbent on ruin.
You’re well aware of the chaos you’re doing.
But remorse has been burned right out of you.
What remains is a puppet to a digital show.
Howling like a wolf at others suffrage.
Think your existence deserves pure privilege.
To cut out tongues of those who disagree.
Whether that is family, friends or strangers like me.
All while.fixated on turning humanity upon itself.
Stripping away what remains of good health.
Sick fiendish beings breeding like germs.
Wrapped in net talk while demanding terms.

I wasn’t born for war or to serve at its feet.
My life was meant to be success not defeat.
That was until corruption rolled in to town.
Upon its head sat the black barbed crown.
Hands skeletal just like his smile.
While his eyes did nothing but haunt and revile.
For man he was not though he wore such a veil.
And when he talked his voice proved he was not frail.
Cause acidic vitriol is all which spewed from his gob.
All while he cursed each and every poor adult sod.
Made them writhe with a flick of his wrist.
Until finally one eighty all their heads did twist.
From then to now I recall all those screams.
Muted and cut short as were their dreams.
And since that day I have endured.
Turned all that madness into something not flawed.
Which is why I stand atop his dead form.
Bathed in glory now that he is lifeless and gone.
Yet for adoration I did not rise against.
Rather it was for I was incensed.
Determined to put an end to the misery in which he drenched.
And still not enough to make him feel quenched.
For he was a demon in the sickest of skin.
Thankfully in the end he fell to my blade, Pin.

Trapped, locked up, nullified.
No longer can I hold my bride.
Memories fading like my eyes.
Soon I’ll meet the great divide.

If only tales were parallel with truth.
Then maybe I might once more drink proof.
But alas such is not so.
And its far too late to go.
For hours are whittled.
Bones have become brittle.
So leave me here to hear my death song.
I welcome my end but hope for my enemies Armageddon.

Weakened, dispelled, nullified.
Let those bastard drown in high tide.
Hope has dwindled unlike their cries.
Welcome autocrats to the downfall of your pride.

If only tales were parallel with truth.
Then maybe I might once more drink proof.
But alas such is not so.
And its far too late to go.
For hours are whittled.
Bones have become brittle.
So leave me here to hear my death song.
I welcome my end but hope for my enemies Armageddon.

Putrid festering force they call divinity.
Stripped out sense and unbridled civility.
Replaced by devotion to an unjust set of hands.
The kind that occupy themselves with scams.
Wrenching life from those deemed unworthy.
All while turning innocence to perversity.
That’s why this flood cannot come soon enough.
For under it their bodies will be wholly crushed.

If only tales had been parallel with truth.
Then maybe I might have drunken proof.
But alas such was not so.
And its far too late to now go.
For hours are whittled away.
Bones have become brittle wholly.
So leave me here to hear my death song.
I welcome my end but smile at Armageddon.

Duty bound to defend my home.
And whoever may now sit upon its throne.
Its been so long since I left that I haven’t the foggiest.
All I wish is that they are true.
Prepared to protect and serve right through.
Its all I ask while I’m at war.
Cause for a tyrant I could not pour…
My soul into even a single battle.
For that would be most unjust.
Yet if I did my heart would be crushed.
As my home has been free for a thousand years.
To learn that’s been broken would reduce me to tears.
Turn warm blood colder than ice.
Saying I’d be sundered would not even suffice.
But such has not reached where I am.
So I conclude that my home still does stand.
And that is why I continue to battle.
Ensure my kin will never suffer the shackle.
I’ve seen it before and it is no kind of life.
Many would rather meet the point of a knife.
I think too that would be me.
Which is why I am illuminated to be educated and free.