Eyes burning and feeling heavy.
What is stinging them severely?
Finally light comes rolling in.
I’m submerged but not suffocating.
Head snaps left and then back right.
I’m in water though feel no fright.
Acceptance washes over me.
Strange as I am under the sea.
How this is a cannot say.
I only remember walking yesterday.
Down roads a hundred mile in land.
Where I am now is not what was planned.
Yet calm radiates through and through.
Why that is I haven’t a clue.
Then at last I look above me.
At which point I finally see.
That I am spectator watching all.
A murder happens and so I call.
No words are heard by the killer.
In fact that water somehow gets stiller.
I do not get why that is so flail like a complete div.
It has no effect for a life is gone.
I see that light expired that once shone.
My heart collapses as does my brain.
I question if this is dreaming quite insane.
Then perspective shifts to a new view.
Of sobbing man hunkered over two.
Clearly they are dearly departed.
And this poor soul is broken hearted.
Before I can reach my hand it has all changed again.
A thousand shift with a thousand views before I understand this I did not choose.
I am outside looking in.
A viewer of life and its many complication.
And so I live forever more.
Five centuries until a face peer into my yawning maw.
At first I think nothing of those eyes.
Until the smile makes me realise.
They can see me like I can them.
So I converse before my view shifts again.
Must have sounded like a ramble as I was in quite a scramble.
Yet perspective didn’t move.
I signed relieved and persuade,
Had conversations with this child.
And found I had wisdom unrivalled.
Quite surprised I did stop.
And they asked, had I forgot?
I chuckled and replied with no.
Then heard his mother call and said he should go.
For years and years we chatted long.
He grew up and life went on.
That was forty thousand years ago.
I’m still here and guiding with all I know.

Look into your eyes.
All I see are countless lies.
Buried beneath a thin veneer.
Your aim is to strike only fear.
Put down freedom and raise obedience.
Cut out the heart of expedience.
For weapons take the shape of words.
And you shall attack like a flock of birds.
Pecking, stratching, desperate fiend.
Every night you implant poison dreams.

From below the surface,
To every mirror in the land.
You force your purpose.
Kill the innocent.
Taint the lamb!

Fixated upon bloody slaughter.
Deny adults both son and daughter.
Keep then caged to feed your sick mind.
You really are one of a kind.
With your guilt trip personality.
Force feeding hate and insanity.
Just to fuel death upon the masses.
Subject then to your cruel clashes.
Pitting friend against brother.
All to bring about a global smother.

From below the surface,
To every mirror in the land.
You force your purpose.
Kill the innocent.
Taint the lamb!

But moulding minds is never so easy.
That is why you impart thoughts most sleazy.
Lure them in and then take a bite.
Fill them up with your rotting spite.
So you weaken, then they wobble.
You are an entity that is awful!

From below the surface,
To every mirror in the land.
You force your purpose.
Kill the innocent.
Taint the lamb!

Kill the innocent.
Execute your plan!

Kill the innocent.
Take the lamb!

Kill the innocent.
Murder them!

Forged in the mountains of dread baron Veru.
Those were fires that only knew how to spew.
Spit in the faces of any who tried to exploit their heat.
So severe they could turn a black slab to white sheet.
Yet discouraged by this Berl was not.
He climbed those jagged peaks time had forgot.
Coughing from thick ash in the air.
He knew this trek would offer no care.
It would shorten his life but still he endured.
Sthough when he reached the cauldron he was floored.
Natural anvil sat centre stage.
He got to work without any delays.
Having brought just the thing suitable for forging.
Diamondstone would make an item commanding.
So with hammer and tongs Berl set to work.
The air tore at his lungs while fires did spurt.
Yet he conquered both as he fought the stone.
Hours it took to turn the tattered shard to item.
And when he was done engravings were etched.
Sadly that is when the dread baron raised his five heads.

Weak and exhausted Berl could offer little resistance.
And was felled with a right quickness.
Yet Veru’s attempts to claim the ring…
Only resulted in him becoming a guardian.
With a curse bestowed he was given a role.
He would serve always a rightful soul.
However, eons passed and this became forgotten.
Until young Sera ventured to this place labelled rotten.
Claiming the ring Veru was freed.
Yet he could not crush this youth he viewed as so lovely.
Rather he bowed to pledge his fealty.
Realising he encouraged Sera to take what was fated to be.
Accepting, she slipped ring onto her digit three.
Mountains roared, prophecy fulfilled.
Sera, descendant of Berl, new empress of Irindi.

Seldom,
Does the wind blow for no one.
Glide,
Upon the wings of new union.
Speak,
To air ready and willing.
Communion,
Welcome springs life giving.

Don’t shy away from what might come.
Spread your arms and accept whatever might be on the horizon.

Register,
Life as it begins anew.
Birth,
Replacing what did not endure.
Whisper,
Into your loves ear.
Joy,
Will have you shed a tear.

Don’t shy away from what might come.
Spread your arms and accept whatever might be on the horizon.

Opportunity,
Should not be ignored.
Decision,
Always bring something.
Reach,
Claim your wants.
Dreams,
Become more than thoughts.

Don’t shy away from what might come.
Spread your arms and accept whatever might be on the horizon.

How does anothers life impact on you?
They live it their way and you do too.
So keep to your lane and stop with your shit.
Or you could always crawl into some distant pit.
Either way just let people live.
Love should trump your pathetic outdated “laws.”
Invented in your head and those just like you.
Zealots pretending to be a real somebody.
Yet in truth you sound more like a puppet.
Using only snippets that cater to your dogma.
You know what you can do, sugma.

Spinning up prophets to rally your views.
Yeah and how many of them have a tendency to abuse?
Oh thats right you don’t like to say.
Probably got something to do with being hypocritical decay.
Martyrs tying yourself to ribbons of cloth.
Please, there is more sanity found in broth.
And if you want to know why you’re catching the heat.
Its all down to the fact that you don’t practice what you preach.
More often than not you’ve got sordid little secrets.
Hide them in closets while spewing rehearsed lines.
Your cliche is beyond any sort of reasoning.

Why is your way correct but no ones else’s?
Your views don’t date back to the dawn of everything.
Even if they did it wouldn’t change the fact.
Times change but you refuse to adapt.
To be honest you sound more like you’re trapped.
Braindead and unable to expand your mind.
Devoted to a twisted version of the grind.
Fixated on pain and dolling it to anyone you can.
Isn’t that a sad reality whether a woman or man?
To be so corrupted that you lust to cause harm.
And when you do you act far too calm.

Champion for freedom ’til you have the reigns.
Six months down the line and you should be ashamed.
Reinstating those who only know how to be vile.
While banishing people who criticise your management style.

What sort of equality do you call this?
Sounds more like hypocrisy dressed as an autocrat.
If that’s what you are then stop playing dumb.
Admit to the world that you aren’t uncle help all of man.
Cause to be honest your extremist is showing.

Lives have been torn by your frivilous deeds.
Rich in theory but bankrupt morally.
Too busy with plays to remain in the limelight.
Is there any with which you wouldn’t pick a fight?

What sort of equality do you call this?
By now you must understand why so many are pissed.
Profits have dwindled in the face of it all.
Cause you’ve stamped on their homes and ruined their sanctuary.
All so you can continue to be a real somebody.

Now your decline is in full meteoric demise.
Before too long it’ll be shorter to write a list titled, those who don’t despise.

Reap what you sow, yet all you’ve sown has been shit.
Been too busy trying to cultivate off someone else’s hit.
Built jack all but think you’re a king.
Techno stupid who bought everything.

Shed the shell that you’ve carried all your days.
No more is it necessary to hide from society.
You are us and we are with you.
Stand back to back in this ever evolving sideshow.
Prepared to defend or act to bring change.
These bonds will not send us deranged.
For we are kin from birth til long past oblivion.
Any who have a problem will come undone.
Not a threat but a promise written on the stars.
We do not fear being locked behind liars bars.

We’ve endured for nineteen millennia.
And we will continue to stand in our step.
Hope is our shield and our sword is friendship.

Unfurl from the beauty born into every atom.
Disintegration has no foothold in our union.
Laws are for the weak willed.
On our watch innocent blood will not be spilled.
And if you try you’ll meet suspension.
How do you think it feels to be a no one?
Unmade in the eyes of a limitless universe.
You won’t even get chance to utter a curse.
For these are the realities of who we are.
In our realm there isn’t even remnants of a scar.

We’ve endured for nineteen millennia.
And we will continue to stand in our step.
Hope is our shield and our sword is friendship.

Hear us!
Know our words.
Believer!
Watch us birth…
Systems from a speck.
All realities are where we trek.

We’ve endured for nineteen millennia.
And we will continue to stand in our step.
Hope is our shield and our sword is friendship.

What is a mistake if not a way for us to learn.
Fumbling should never lead to eternal spurn.
For who amongst us is without a blemish?
None, so don’t come swinging your sharpened axe.
These condemnations are ignorant of facts.
Desperate actions by dreadful souls.
The sort whose life is filled with callous goals.
Exploiting the young, naive or poor.
Knowledge should fix that or they can show themselves the door.
If it hits them on the way out…
Well to be honest that is what they get for chasing clout.
For they are old enough to know better than to damn.
Cause I know if we look close we’ll see they’ve been running a scam.
So before you cast the first stone of blame,
Be sure you aren’t guilty of being monarch of pain.
Originator of lies forced on others as truth.
For when reality hits we’ll all have the proof.
Then you will be out like we always said you would.
Your Nazi-esque salutes will further imprison you.
Declare from the rooftops you are a damned hate spewing set of fools.

Kick and scream on one more trip around the sun.
Throughout it all you keep a hand on that gun.
Concealed but always ready for the draw.
How will these actions ever help stop your…

Stupid violent tendency prayers.
Counting bodies like they’re stairs.
Making claims that simply don’t ring true.
Cause if you’re a land of freedom…
Then I fear for you!

Excuse me yhis or make excuses for that.
Whatever the reason its full of deluded crap.
Only nation on Earth with this epidemic.
Look in the mirror and notice its systemic.

Stupid violent tendency prayers.
Counting bodies like they’re stairs.
Making claims that simply don’t ring true.
Cause if you’re a land of freedom…
Then I fear for you!

For these piles keep reaching higher.
At this rate I’ll need to be a professional climber.
But scaling this tragedy is not a fix.
To be honest its little more than ignoring for convenience.
Sticking to a past long faded.
Making up excuses because you’re jaded.
Trapped in a space that should’ve been allowed to eroded.
Rather than keeping it a part of your national identity code.
Its why to the rest of the world your an enigma.
Powerful yet tragic for you love to pull a trigger.
Epitomy of all that man should wipe clear.
In your nation you breed contempt, hatred, misinformation and fear.

Rolling round and round in my head.
What are these notions I can’t put to bed?
Remnants left over from the night before.
Or are they so much more?
I haven’t a clue and that is what irks me.
Cause it feels like part of an unfinished story.
While ignorance feeds my doubt in a loop.
Playing myself as if I’m skilled with a flute.

Is this real or just fleeting?
Can I conquer without being beaten?

I don’t know.
I simply can’t say.
What is left might crumble away.
Siphoned thin.
My skin too weak.
Feels as though I might always be incomplete.

Sinking in place rather than swimming a mile.
All I taste in my mouth is a mountain of bile.
Should that be taken as insight that’s new?
I haven’t got a single clue!
Maybe if I knew more I could hazard a guess.
Rather than be stood here failing to impress.
Alas that is not the position I find myself in.
Cause everyone I see just keeps sniggering.

Is this real or just fleeting?
Can I conquer without being beaten?

I don’t know.
I simply can’t say.
What is left might crumble away.
Siphoned thin.
My skin too weak.
Feels as though I might always be incomplete.