You want an era for your treachery.
Stitching signals that you don’t need.
While writhing in places you believe to be false.
This is where all your gods begin to revolt.
Taking shots at the crown you bestowed on yourself.
Preparing for wars against victims of the dead.
Counting crows that never sit still.
Marking off martyrs as if they were yours to kill.

For too long you’ve judged.
So now you must watch.
Torture’s a bitch.
And you are here to observe it.
Sadist on your cross.

Daring to speak when all words are ill.
Only thrill you seek is one involving a pill.
Demons are paupers in your cruel eyes.
To admit plans is to lay down and die.
For all of these speeches recite nothing but verse.
Repeat them too often will bestow a curse.
What a state to find oneself in alone.
You’re playing a game to retain your throne.

For too long you’ve judged.
So now you must watch.
Torture’s a bitch.
And you are here to observe it.
Sadist on your cross.

Where is the verb?
You dangled this lie.
Dividing with no conquer.
You search like you’re blind.
It’s as if you have no course.
Fumbling about.
What is this tactic?
It has one without a doubt.
For you were never this stupid.
Except when it suited.
So this must be a ploy.
Con you zealously deploy.
Playing all sides.
Perhaps to get a rise.
Anger and annoy.
Trick us into forcing our hands.
Show our cards when it suits you most.
While staggering around like a drunken clown.

But then it hits me,
Square in the jaw.
This is not some ritual.
A way for you to elevate yourself anymore.
You really are broken.
A toy with no function.
Something is different.
And it’s clearer than your twisted devotion.
See it in your eyes.
You’ve shifted in some way.
Can’t work out what is the cause until I see your body drift when light shies away.
It seems your past has caught up.
Hung you out to dry.
The great current catastrophe now a shell with sunken eyes.
What a turn of events that I did not foresee.
No need to embark on vengeance.
For it came knocking on your door without any prompting apparently.

For too long you judged.
So it made you watch.
Torture’s a cruel mistress.
You live with it every wretched day.
It’s made you a masochist in your once commanding body.

Walking amongst the ashen fields.
Where Nephilim meet their ends.
Little remains of these yields.
As society continues to bend.
Angels laugh at destruction.
Cursed beings of tortured reflection.
Murdering in the name of something holy.
Bare witness to this debauchery.
Choke on an eternity of morals gone blurry.

Impaled upon these spears of doom.
All eyes fixed and glassy.
Behind these pearly gates there is no room.
These sacred plains are not so grassy.
Divinity has been exaggerated for a cause.
All attempts to conceal the flaws.
Misdirection by not so omnipotent design.
Curating addiction to an ideal.
Mis-sold statements that will never align.

Creation of demons to bolster this tale.
Have to be villains to battle.
Devised for non-believers who must not prevail.
Otherwise the devout won’t stay cattle.
Serving at the feet of what is false.
They’ll search for the tiniest faults.
Embark on revolutions of hearts and minds.
Seek reality instead of fiction.
That will sever them from these historic binds.

I couldn’t care less.
About the way you love scheming.
I couldn’t care less.
When you try to push your views.
I couldn’t care less.
That you feel life’s unfair.
I couldn’t care less.
For you’re the one who put yourself right here.

Starting fires just to get attention.
Cycling through these latest trends.
Pinning your flag to what is popular.
Everything about you screams that you’re playing pretend.
Isolating what you think will make you a star.
No lie is to big if it helps you go far.

I couldn’t care less.
About the way you love scheming.
I couldn’t care less.
When you try to push your views.
I couldn’t care less.
That you feel life’s unfair.
I couldn’t care less.
For you’re the one who put yourself right here.

Natively trying to incite a war.
Hostility is all that you feel anymore.
Siphoning away joy for torture.
Nothing resides here but pain that you brought her.
With mother nature in her final death throes.
You offer betrayal veiled as prose.

I couldn’t care less.
About the way you love scheming.
I couldn’t care less.
When you try to push your views.
I couldn’t care less.
That you feel life’s unfair.
I couldn’t care less.
For you’re the one who put yourself right there.

And now you seek remorse.
Too late your brutality has run its course.
Damned the world for your own survival.
Now mortified at the scale of reprisal.
Yet showed no mercy in these moments.
Grew fat from strength despite warning comments.
Consumed anything that entered your self decided domain.
Took until all that remained was your sick game.
Only to strip that away to leave nothing but a world gone insane!

I couldn’t care less.
About the way you’ve loved scheming.
I couldn’t care less.
When you tried to push your views.
I couldn’t care less.
That you’ve felt life’s been unfair.
I couldn’t care less.
For you’re the one who put yourself right there.
Inviting in despair.
Ruining this life for everyone.

You’re going off like a cluster bomb.
One false step and I’ll be a victim.
Never sure what might set you off.
All I know is that you are wroth.
Spitting flames like a demon.
Ready to swing at the slightest thing.

Two sides to every story.

Persecution is a complex you hold.
Where you should be tender you are cold.
Blocking out what doesn’t fit your mood.
Voicing only opinions that are crude.
While playing victim for affect.
Espousing how all I offer is rage and neglect.

Relationship of twin toxicity.
Each side hates in perpetuity.
Vying for something that will never come.
Peace is devoid when both are hating the other one.

Regret dances around my form.
Uniformity continues to be wrong.
These events are secured to the past.
Haunting memories when they dare to pass.

Am I the fool for believing in hope?
Mistakes taking hold of what lies on wait.
You’re gone but not forgot.

Silence rings in every fired relapse.
Triggering what I can’t retract.
Rousing thoughts of what could have been.
Integration by miraculous means.
Never parting away from its core.
Getting carried away as if it’s law.
Energy spent didn’t change a thing.
Removal from this sphere of communicating.

You might be winning this war,
But as your ally each new day I die a little more.
Struggling to hold it all together.
In the face of your endlessly stormy weather.

This siege continues to erode my will.
Every action you take makes me feel ill.
Battered by tides that refuse to relent.
Your retaliations are not divinely sent.

Bending beneath these chains that are choking.
Division between us is widening but unspoken.
Like ships in the night we are going separate ways.

Battle cries continue to darken my light.
Yet you continue on what I now see as a senseless fight.
Raging against foes of your own making.
Not sure how much longer I can keep faking.
Wearing a mask to portray that all is rosy.
Already sussed out by those who know me.
As devastation hangs over my bowed head.
Dignity has long since been shed.
Battle scars cross my heart and soul.
Do you truly have an end goal?
Or are you fighting just for your own selfish glory?

Skirmishes don’t abate but multiply.
I ask if there is a reason as to why.
Duty and survival are your excuses.
In your eyes I see nothing but abuses.

Death is wrapping tendrils around our bond.
For too long this union has been wronged.
Termination is coming without a choice.
Never again will you get to hear my supportive voice.

You may one day win your deluded war,
But you won’t have me to back you up anymore.
Grief has claimed what was once happiness.
There is nothing left to call of trust or us.

Running knives down each others back.
What are we meant to be achieving with that?
Torture for the sake of trying to fill time.
Clear that we have all gone blind.
Lost in fog that aids our decay.
More we push the quicker we fade away.

Toiling at faces constructed to supplant.
Yet we continue along avenues of a dead end rant.
Fashioning heresy just to give us a route.
Truth be told we’re in need of a reboot.
Alas our time has been squandered.
And no more chances will be offered.

Severing too late that which didn’t birth joy.
Enamoured by offers of a cheap staged ploy.
Choking health out of withering forms.
Replacing prosperity with lopsided norms.
Dead end roots enticing with lies.
Bait and switch betrayal right before our eyes.

Sucking on hopium that will never be true.
Butchering brother and sister for chance number two.
Yet violence is the trap that was set.
Fall into it and you’ll suffer only regret.
As reality smothers dreams of peace.
That is when we will realise we’ve been fleeced.
Sent down a hole that has no survival.
Blinded as we thrash in desperation.
Wanting to be a better fucking person.
But realisation has stung past the final hour.
So we shall all suffer death’s arrival!

Blades edge has cut deep and wide.
For too long we conducted violence with pride.
Inflicted chaos where union should reign.
Extolling copious mountains of pain.
Treading grounds we’d scorched to black.
For our crimes there is no coming back.

You bay for compliments which you don’t deserve.
Vanity turned from obsession into personality.
Narcissism has become your consciousness.

Using others to get a foot in each new door.
Like a snake oil salesman but oh so much more.
With talents for enticing those in isolation.
You are a leech but with malicious planning.
Shaking hands with a grin filled with knowing.
Before long these poor souls will be choking.
And when you’ve stripped assets like a debt collector on commission,
You bury emancipated corpses with derision.
For worth to you is only what you can gain.
Whether that be land, money or illicit fame.
Cause there is no charity except for you.
Bloodthirsty in pursuit of something new.
A hunger unable to be satiated.
Looks used to get celebrated.
Welcomed in with obedient fervor.
By these marks who will serve her.
Offer themselves until they die.
No remorse will be offered as she sunders their worlds while they cry.

Still baying for compliments you don’t deserve.
Vanity turned from obsession into personality.
Narcissism has become your entirety!

Belching toxins into vapid air.
Transformation of a jewel to despair.
This once great sphere now spins in decay.
Every species dying, robbed of dignity.

These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Nothing will survive this brutal oblivion.

Fumes so dire they will liquify your lungs.
Breathing apparatus won’t save us for long.
Crude delay to inevitable finality.
Put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye.

This almost barren rock has lost its beauty.
Sold off for profit that never saved a soul.
Transgressional thinking sealed catastrophe.
For by the time realisation struck those most guilty of this murder,
Irreversible trauma had predetermined the future.

These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Nothing will survive this brutal oblivion.

As fires fuel only that which hastens our ends.
Technology failed to avert what we refused to comprehend.
All for pursuits that could never bring relief.
Instead they cemented death and grief.

Slaughter of primitive mentality.
Was never in the cards.
Deck was stacked in greed’s odds.
Alas belief in the cost was never accepted.
So our world has been obliterated.
Stacked high with refuse and slime.
No longer Earth, this is planet Grime!
Rotting putrid night and day.
Better labelled a slow mass annihilation.

These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Termination has embraced what could have not come.

Late stage is already here.
Advertising is playing on fear.
Amping us up just to deny us our prize.
This mass sabotage is of no surprise.
While politicians bay for bigger cheques.
Ignoring plagiarism as it wraps round our necks.
Robbing scrutiny from beneath our noses.
Distraction emblazoned with overly staged poses.
Meant to baffle so long as your gaze is fleeting.
Whittle away freedoms with secret meetings.
Fashioning adherence with sugar coated lies.
Everything is built to divert analytical eyes.

Pandering only to their own kind.
Stripping our bones from its rind.
Pretending we have a hope to ascend.
In truth they wish us to pledge allegiance and bend.
While horrors grip at the hearts of innocence.
Taking a scalper to anyone who shows sense.
Lobotomies carved into future prospects.
Only use is if we suffer lifelong defects.
As rich get richer off our sickening states.
These elites just want to relentless take.
Suck out all the marrow to sustain their existence.
Martyrs are made for continued resistance.

Separation of soul from form.
Rise up and you’ll be hung and drawn.
For punishment lurks in shadows of night.
Prepare for persecution if you dare fight.
Cause cash is king in these monsters halls.
They answer in blood with vicious tools.
Carving out debauchery to suit their games.
They would gladly watch you go up in flames.
Writhing against bonds we never committed to wear.
Every word they speak is about how they care.
Yet actions scream louder than lies.
And all they prove is how little they want us alive.