Life has become a race to the bottom.
Those that do not make it are promptly forgotten.
Yet is this a system we should revere?
Sitting on the periphery it seems so severe.
Like a fix, one rigged to destroy.
Rather than a journey to love and enjoy.

Time is now a burden on youth.
Pressure to grow up faster than truth.
Expected to be mature and not indulge in play.
In what way is that any form of ok?
Sounds like a nightmare in constant motion.
Not the kind of thing that should be given devotion.

Split second judgement has become the way of the world.
So many accusations are endlessly hurled.
Without care or even a thought.
And if it goes awry innocence can always be bought.
Not by the innocent or those who wish to be free.
Usually by deceivers rabid for more celebrity.

Repeating the cycle rather than forging anew.
At times it feels like the world might soon be through.
With so many voices screaming their hate.
Reality is they are but a minority stake.
And my hope remains they will not prevail.
If they do then I foresee our civilization would utterly derail.

But hold the line and keep the faith.
Do not give in to the violence and rape.
For things will get better if we push forward.
Dark days are followed by dazzling mornings.
And when we reach it all wars will be won.
History will mark this monumentous occasion.

You took your name, subjugation.
Built a home upon annihilation.
Treading water is your prosperity.
Unleash the binds that tie severity.

Judgement, rendered.
Hope, none intended.
Fractured and futile.
Swinging with denial.
No time left to give.

Founded form with barbarity.
Contempt is birthed by stupidity.
Polished in the halls of anguish.
Soon no innocent will stand this.

Judgement, rendered.
Hope, none intended.
Fractured and futile.
Swinging with denial.
No time left to give.

Watered down to bloody shreds.
Damned a chopping off of heads.
Staring out at the failing sky.
Each new line is a pathetic lie.

Judgement, rendered.
Hope, none intended.
Fractured and futile.
Swinging with denial.
No time left to give.

Paint it black.
Set it down.
Light the match.
Wait for the bang, bang, bang.

Salacious with your venom tongue.
Too late is not so far gone.
An overdose from what awaits.
Break the seal, sound the alarm.
Way beyond a time to call for calm.

Paint it black.
Set it down.
Light the fuse.
Wait for the final disease.

Wretched in unncessary moments.
Simply to pick at my components.
What sort of soul does that?
Answer is in the mirror, staring back.
On the precipice of a global crack.

Paint it black.
Set it down.
Pull the trigger.
Nothing survives death bringer.

Upon the battlefield I soon will stand.
To rage in war like a berserker against a lamb.
Armed and ready;
Proud and tall, I stand to take on them all.

Axe blades bathed in blood yet I am ready.
Regardless of the slaughter my hands remain steady.
Continuing to push on;
Snarling I refuse to bow until the deed is done.

Outnumbered and feeling weary.
I accept fate as it sits clearly.
Smile across my mug.
Defiant as I roar for blood.

Struck down.
Took half with me.
Slashed deep.
My body failing severely.
I am done.
I know that.
Torn away like bone from fat.
Valkyrie delivered me!

Throw wide your arms and welcome me, Valhalla.
I die in battle, to cement my place forever.
And for eternity I’ll sit among the worthy.

For my time in mortal realms may be done,
But the forgotten I will not be counted among.
So I feast and drink plenty of ale.
Rejoice my for death was not a fail.

So…
Throw wide your arms and welcome me, Valhalla.
I died in battle, cemented my place forever.
And for eternity I’ll sit among the most worthy.

Loom in shadows of a painted sky.
There has to be more than asking why.
But as yet all I here are queries.
None of them filled with conviction really.
Merely statements delivered as if on cue.
Have to admit I’m getting sick of it too.
Whatever happened to the fire raging inside?
You know those feeling that gave you drive.
Cause from where I’m sitting you’re a facsimile.
Little more than a boring entity.
Much like a mannequin compared to a man.
Could it be the result of all those times you ran?
I don’t really know I’m simply commenting.
Reality might be it is nothing.
Still I refuse to believe that’s true.
Exactly like how I don’t trust you.
So offer some words before I turn blue.
You know cause so far you haven’t said what you plan to do.

Silence is deafening and growing dull.
Words out your mouth are still at null.
So I roll my eyes but say not a word.
I delivered my piece for which I was heard.
Sadly you continue to stay mute.
Your vacant eyes suggest this doesn’t compute.
Which raises my eyebrow toward the ceiling.
Definitely there is something you’re concealing.
What it is and why I cannot infer.
Perhaps neither can you as it is a blur?
Makes no sense and so I continue to watch.
Wait for you to blunder and botch.
Sadly you move barely a muscle.
Internally that leaves me in a tussle.
Do I speak again though I think this a ploy?
No, I stay silent and continue to play coy.
For in the end you will have to talk.
Otherwise media vultures like tear you apart like meat off a stalk.

As I suspected you finally relent.
Blurt some nonsense as if heaven sent.
Not a lick marries up proving you are damned.
Worst of all it’s all been cammed.
I smile, blink, turn then depart.
What comes next is not what I’d call art.
A vicious cacophony or vying for power.
After all someone has to sit atop the shining tower.
Why they want it so much I’ll never get.
Looks more like a forever spiraling debt.
The sort where you’ll will never be free.
Have a chance to live peacefully.
Though it was your choice and you sought it out.
Showed not a miniscule of self doubt.
That was until you realised you were neck deep.
As well as being without a paddle up the creek.
Guess that’s what a lifetime of lies does.
Story is over and yours ended in a hated murky fuzz.

Push creation to the brink of massacre.
Time is short and we are the arbiter.
Carved our tales into granite stone.
What will remain is our names,
We are no one.

Weaver,
Deceiver.
Grant us our wish!

Trapped inside this endless ride.
Spinning faster to our demise.
Don’t let us die tonight.

Built up walls to constrain ourselves.
Then dreamt up idiotic precious hells.
Inflicted them until they stuck.
We made our lives completely suck,
What tragedy.

Weaver,
Deceiver.
Grant us our wish!

Trapped inside this endless ride.
Spinning faster to our demise.
Don’t let us die tonight.

Watch the walls they’re closing in.
I smell the air and its a turning.
Just like the tide now at our ankles.
Thousand miles of being trampled.

Trapped inside this endless ride.
Spinning faster to our demise.
Don’t let us die tonight.
Give us one last chance to turn our back on pride.
Fix this mess.
Make a change.
If we fail then take the reins.
Put us in chains.
Sever the rotten limb.
Condemn us oblivion.

Counting coins while down in the pit.
One plus two doesn’t change shit.
For now I’m stuck I can’t break free.
All thats left is endless time for me.

To scream and shout, thrash and moan.
Listen to mindless chatter, freeze to the bone!

So don’t leave me to my fate.
I won’t make you regret honesty.
For I am not a lying man.
Truth be told I’m just looking for peace and quiet.
Bored by the violet riot.
So give me shelter, let me rest.
Don’t put a bullet in my chest.

Siphoning funds to pay my way.
Ignoring the sky as it turns black and grey.
Storm is coming but I hold my ground.
What a mistake I’m about to be uncrowned.

To scream and shout, thrash and moan.
Listen to mindless chatter, freeze to the bone!

So don’t leave me to my fate.
I won’t make you regret honesty.
For I am not a lying man.
Truth be told I’m just looking for peace and quiet.
Bored by the violet riot.
So give me shelter, let me rest.
Don’t put a bullet in my chest.

Particles will tear a hole.
Wash away what was once gold.
Lock me up and shut me out.
Will my empty head with doubt.
For all my actions.
Using mountains of dread.
Manipulating every word I’m fed.
As if I’m blind, deaf and dumb.
Insinuating I live under the thumb.

To scream and shout, thrash and moan.
Listen to mindless chatter, freeze to the bone!

Here today and forgot tomorrow.
Wading into toxic bayou.
Treading water, going nowhere.
Fixated on the cat eye stare.
Lingering beneath thickened leaves.
Hearing a swarm of angry bees.
Somewhere overhead but not so close.
Voice demands another dose.

Picked from process.
Formed by new stress.
Until, forging is complete.
What are the traits you seek?
Goliath.

Wrapping shredded skin and bone.
Past cracked lips slides another groan.
Stiffled by a need to live.
Otherwise the mind might give.
Pinpoint position to bring down death.
Those beings act as if on meth.
Waging terror and spreading war.
Die, die, die is said once more.

Picked from process.
Formed by new stress.
Until, forging is complete.
What are the traits you seek?
Goliath.

Seperate.
Brought in hate.
Cross the wires.
Conspired!

Picked from process.
Formed by new stress.
Until, forging is complete.
What are the traits you seek?
Goliath.
Goliath.

Down the hatch.
There’s no match.
Worn to the bone.
Dethrone.

You taste of poison,
And I’m addicted.
Trapped by your seduction.
Sick from being infected.

What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.

You stink of entrapment.
Everyone falls right in.
Caught in your web.
This is mass oblivion.

What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.

Feast on the fever.
Indulge you deciever.
Encircle and imprison.
Dose them with your contagion.

What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.

Surrender to no one.
You are a weapon.
Fashioned and forged.
On all you have gorged.

For you are the virus.
A sickness in skin.
Embodiment of savagery.
Enslaving anybody.
Without pause or consideration.
You collect a mass delerium.

What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.
Not misunderstood,
Or worth what you steal!
Regardless of taste, smell or engagement.
You view everyone as mere entertainment.

Cruelty is a purely human trait.
We are the only ones who predicate.
Stitch an excuse for actions we take.
Believe our crusade is right to make.
Foregoing sense and sympathy.
Purely so we can declare victory.
Its sick when you think about it.
How we revel in carving such a habit.
For gain that is singular.
Ignoring the needs of so many more.
For we are pack animals without allegiance.
Permanently looking for some grievance.
While so wrapped up in our own little worlds.
Ignoring chants from boys and girls.
Those who know best how to be kind.
Rather than desperate to split skin from rind.
Refocus, consideration is what should be our guide.