Walk in the wisps out beyond the bay.
What in this world remains for me!
Calculate trajectory then take suffering away.
Not where I am supposed to be!

These circles are shedding but I am not wedding.
Give pay to fools who writhe in shallow waters.
For down in the depths where crooks cannot swim.
There are nightmares that are forever hunting.
Are these mere stories or fact turned to tale?
No way of knowing as moonlight once more does sail.

Crawl through canvas until paint is fresh.
Zero to hero is the truest of test!
Face pressed up against that rusted old mesh.
For the wicked and cursed there is no rest!

These circles are shedding but I am not wedding.
Give pay to fools who writhe in shallow waters.
For down in the depths where crooks cannot swim.
There are nightmares that are forever hunting.
Are these mere stories or fact turned to tale?
No way of knowing as moonlight once more does sail.

Unintelligible.
No more miracle.
Infection spreading.
Befouling the bedding.
Town turns to ruin.
Then county turns to ash.
Within a year the continent may crash.
Be left as a relic,
Ruin for generations to come.
That is if a few souls survive this massacre run.

All you want is more dominion.
Forever giving your own opinion.
Pushing on others beliefs that are yours.
Make it sound like all that matters is your cause.
But without allies you won’t get through.
Instead your adversaries will be coming for you.

So make a choice.
Stand or flee.
Will you be fighting rather than cowering freely?
I doubt your conviction that you claim to hold.
Pretty sure you’d rather be alive in the cold.

Judgement is rendered for crimes you commit.
To be honest you are full of it.
Not a solitary word you speak is true.
These are all the ravings from a current point of view.
Changes like the wind and thats why you fail.
If you picked a path then maybe you might prevail.

Choose a route.
Don your suit.
Rather than flip flop like a brainless newt.
Writhing in public like some kind of fool.
The sort that is nothing without people to use as a tool.

Head in the clouds.
No one is proud.
You are a stain.
Always to blame.
Rotten and rude.
Obsessed with whats lewd.
Drunken and disorderly.
Mistakes more than quarterly.

Brick to the head.
Better off dead.
Should be confined to your cell of a bed.
For you are trouble without reprieve.
Which is why we all just wish you would leave!

Demon icon of cleansing fire.
Ifrit! Ifrit!
Your strength will never expire.

Heralded beast from the blackest tomes.
Forgotten by the masses when they fell to bones.
Yet that loss did not stop myth from ever becoming true.
For it was fated that you would rise anew.
Scorch this rot from every corner of the land.
You are the one true firebrand!

Demon icon of cleansing fire.
Ifrit! Ifrit!
Your strength will never expire.

Impossible entity that should not be.
Born back into this world to wipe out such barbarity.
With a reign of flame that cannot be matched.
It burns so hot that it can’t be dispatched.
Which is why you are seen as a symbol of hope.
Born to make the unworthy choke.

Demon icon of cleansing fire.
Ifrit! Ifrit!
Your strength will never expire.

Endless might stacked into forever form.
Lets see them stand against you when they glimpse you storm…
Forth and tear a hole right through our crumbling sky.
Raise their greed filled capital with a single cry.
For they were fools who could not see…
That hellfire would bring an end to their insanity.

Demon icon of cleansing fire.
Ifrit! Ifrit!
Your strength will never expire.

Dreamed so long you have fallen to ash.
Its a one way ticket in which you go crash.
This is truth not some elaborate lie.
And all of it while some psycho is screaming, die!
Can you hear the monsters as they bang at your doors?
They take what they want regardless of your laws.
With a hypocritical withered smile.
Strip away any chance at a lifestyle.
For what is your boon is their envy.
Rain down with this final fantasy.

Warped by acid tongues dripping with glee.
They claim their actions will help set you free.
If you believe that you’ll trust any who lives.
Just don’t be surprised when their support gives.
Sends you to the depths of emberless crows.
That darkened pit where only death grows.
For these are crimes of brutality.
Dripping with signs of infidelity.
With harlots armed and ready to kill.
Fnal fantasy ends with a blood spill.

Wretched and ruined for those in their prime.
Now that they are forced down into grime.
For civilians are pawns to be exploited and used.
Ignoring how their rights are being abused.
They are cattle to help lure in the wolves.
All so your lackies can execute the desperate woth tools.
Using no remorse or sense of mercy.
So we will skip right to curse me.
Seperating kings bodies from heads.
Final fantasy died in their beds.

I fell into a reverie.
It was the start of what was meant to be.
Spinning skies and singing stars.
In these places there are no bars.
Just whatever I dream will come to pass.
No meteoric catastrophe crash.
A place where I am always happy.
Not having to defend myself against people oh so crappy.
What a relief, change of pace.
To not to have to deal with any who are two faced.
It becomes a burden that bores to bear.
Unlike these spaces of fantastical affair.
Where chickens chat and food is a plenty.
I have more than enough for lifetimes times twenty.
A state of being that you can barely grasp.
And in all these rays I can forever bask.
Kick back and enjoy the ride.
Not feel my brain become extra fried.
Oh what a place is this reverie.
A set of realms where my mind is truly free.

Tendrils wrapped around my heart.
Feel the crushing of my ribs start.
Eyes slide closed and I imagine…
I see that paradise which I am seeking.
Serene perfection withoit any flaws.
I taste the unfetid air and pause.
Drink in the feelings it births in me.
Return to Eden, for its where I wish to be.

But it went down in flames.
Shredded by madness and obsession.
For dominion was the pursuit.
And in real life there is no reboot.

Serpents dance as if filled with joy.
Did the animal kingdom know this was a ploy?
Who’s to say for we cannot know.
Unravelled and demolished by our hand.
What remains are but the crumbled stones of sand.
Mockery of what might have been.
If only butchery had not been our thing.
Alas our paradise has fallen and died.
For such a loss we all have felt that pain alive.

It went down in flames.
Shredded by madness and obsession.
For dominion was the pursuit.
And in real life there is no reboot.

Politeness has become a mask for pain.
Suck it up and hit reset on this rigged little game.
If you think I’m lying test your luck.
Though don’t be surprised when you’re hit by a truck.
Fed to crows yet made to watch.
Remembered as little more than a blotch.
For days of heroism have long since passed.
Now everyone just wants to put eachother on blast.

Insincerity is the pinnacle interaction.
If you try anything else you’ll engagement will be a fraction.
Sad state of affairs when hate is king.
Who would’ve thought that would ever be a thing?
Not me for I reckoned we’d burst into ash.
Go out in a spitting flash.
Alas such an end was not meant to be.
Its why we’re fading out in contorted misery.

Fanned the flames until they bit.
Kicked up the dust and filled our eyes with grit.
What a way to go down with the ship.
Not even a finger left with some grip.
Rather we sold out souls to the lowest bidder.
Fitting then we’ve been labelled quitter.
After all bitterness has becone our star.
We even gave it the title of eternal tsar.

Cracked deep, split through.
Internal fault, spitting glue.
Unravel hard, shatter fast.
No future here, fractured past.

Politeness has become a mask for pain.
Suck it up and hit reset on this rigged little game.
If you think I’m lying test your luck.
Though don’t be surprised when you’re hit by a truck.
Fed to crows yet made to watch.
Remembered as little more than a blotch.
For days of heroism have long since passed.
Now everyone just wants to put eachother on blast.

Winds are changing and so must the tides.
For we have been clinging to these rotten sides.
Desperate to continue on this wretched path.
Ignoring the signs as they brightly flash.
Blinding us with reality that we choose to ignore.
Turn a blind eye away and pretend it is nothing more…
Than words spoke by a few who wish to rock our boat.
Rather than accept it is a matter upon which we might just choke.
Suck air right out the room and leave us to suffocate.
If that happens then it will be our well deserved fate.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.

Pattern to our left and scripture to our right.
Instead we walk ignoring all and spoiling for a fight.
Can you taste our air as it turns to bile?
Everything we touch ends up turning vile.
For greed is our marker and upon it we do feast.
With no thought about how we are the real beast.
Gnawing on our roots and decimating any hope.
Might as well hurry up and tie our fucking rope.
For repetition of our failures are our only wins.
And to be honest that should not bring grins.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.

You know this to be true.
Its as real as I am to you.
Yet upon our route we stay the course.
Showing little true remorse.
Its as if we are braindead yet sure…
That annihilation is our only cure.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.
Give me time.
Oh no its up.
Drain this wine like its blood from a cup.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.

As a child I looked up at the stars.
Now an adult I am out so very far.
Dreams came true and I’m in awe.
The sights I see slam me to the floor.
For every second there is something new.
Even now these are things seen by only a few.
Still not sure how I got so lucky.
Yet some think space is oh so sucky.
An unsafe nightmare wrapped in disaster.
That no life will ever last here.
Though if that were true then we’d already be dead.
Not traversing galaxies about which we’d only previously read.
Making discoveries and taking samples.
Being cautious as we avoid potential tramples,
Of unique flora and entomology.
Not that they are the only living things we see.
For fauna exists all around.
Clearly the stars are filled with life abound.
Its why I am forever smiling.
As every single second of this explorer life is beguiling.
This is why I have to say, that if you want a part in it just like me.
Come and join our space-faring expedition.

Why are we as a species addicted to pain.
Its like we feed on negativity without refrain.
I’ve seen leeches suck out less life than us.
What is with our endless selfish fuss?

Dragging down peace to create more conflict.
Starting to think its become an instinct.
Craving that fuel as if we are addicts.
If thats true then that is too tragic.

Fixated on being combative rather than kind.
Turns our entire lives into a hellish grind.
So why don’t we step back and reexamine?
Instead of pushing others buttons like its food in a famine.

Would it be so hard?
Can’t we just try?
End this cycling affliction!

Why are we hooked on utter destruction?
Lapping up vapid corruption.
Basking in the glow of causing others to suffer.
Eroding away a chance at a harmony buffer.