Living on the edge of a knife.
No balance is worth this strife.
Vent the contradiction and walk away.
Too much too soon is how it feels each day.
Is there any common ground or will it always be war?
I do not know other than to say every moments a chore.

You brought this down on yourself.
I know, I’m aware.
No need to keep reminding me.
All pent up and still unable to see.

Standing at a start to the end.
Under this weight I know I will bend.
Does that mean I should immediately give up?
No but it means the odds are stacked against us.
So what is the score we are trying to defend?
I do not know other than to say every moments a chore.

You brought this down on yourself.
I know, I’m aware.
No need to keep reminding me.
All pent up and still unable to see.

Are we victims?
I hope not.
Stuck in a cycle.
Forget me not.
Failing and fading.
No negotiating.
Humbled and trailing.
Never, nowhere, can’t keep sailing.
Problems stalking.
Just quit talking.

You brought this down on yourself.
I know, I’m aware.
No need to keep reminding me.
All pent up and still unable to see.

Blind and frightened.
Sightless horizon.
Scared I’m fighting.
A battle that can’t be won.

Ventured out into the Lonely Wastes.
Far beyond Horizon Verge I did find a cave.
Setup camp and went to work as if I was being paid.

Hammer in hand and sweat on my brow.
Dug my way through basalt rock until I hit a real cashcow.
A cavern filled with brilliance so gleaming.
My five wide eyes could barely grasp the sights I was seeing.

So with eager heart and steady hand I carved out my booty.
Piled it high until my hammer finally snapped.
Mourned that loss before I ventured back.

Townsfolk had never been so pale.
They couldn’t believe I did not fail.
Sold my fortune and bought new tools.
Only to return for yet more of those jewels.

Mined until there was no more I could gather.
Only to load up my skiff and head out west.
Where I sold the lot and became of high interest.

Then lived my life as if I was born a king.
Never wanted again for anything.
But heard others went in search of what I had scored.
Never found much more than a days pay score.

That is my story and there is no more to say.
Except, of course…
You should never be the second to attempt what many like to brand as impossibility.

Could it be,
We’re near the end of the line.
Could it be,
There’s obsession with crime.
Could it be,
Everything’s not so fine.
Could it be,
Could it be.
You and me,
Cannot intertwine.

Could it be,
There is death soon to shine.
Could it be,
Moments have been squandered by time.
Could it be,
We have overspent on our grand design.
Could it be,
Could it be.
Them and she,
Will never decline.

Could it be,
(Could it be)
You and me.
(Not to be)
Drowned times three.
For we,
Were not meant for this society.

Could it be,
(Could it be)
You and me.
(Not to be)
Drowned in deep sea.
As we,
Were destined to perish in every timeline.

I stare into the eyes of an endless abyss.
What stared back I can never dismiss.
For it showed me things that can’t be true.
Yet in the years that followed its all come through.
Is this insanity or simple delusion?
All I know is I’m left feeling conflicted confusion.

Give me a reply.
No more, no more.
Cut out the visions.
No more, no more.
Make it stop are my pleas.

Transfixed by the dread keeps calling.
All these lifeless continue on falling.
When will those flashes turn out wrong?
I don’t know but it’s well and truly past the point of me being warn.
But no one can imagine this effect.
Honestly I may soon be completely mind wrecked.

Give me a reply.
No more, no more.
Cut out the visions.
No more, no more.
Make it stop are my pleas.

Delivered, unanswered.
Confined, blind.
Crushed, brain flushed.

Let me die.
I have my reasons why.
You won’t understand.
I don’t need you to.
All I need, is for you to listen to…
What I am saying and the state I am in.
Do I even look like I’m still human?
Barely, I see written in your face.
So let me drift away from this place.

No more, no more.

Staring down the barrel of a gun.
Only the deranged would think it fun.
Obsession with murderous intent.
What is the next excuse you’ll invent?
As children die and parents scream…
There is little comprehension of this being a sullied dream.
Rather fuel the fires and stoke the flames.
Then present a positive solution or change.

Prey on the victims as they run.
Soon their lives will be completely done.
Cast out by the arrogant hands of narcissists.
Those whose statements are ways to insist.
Cause they can never be wrong.
A sort who ensure opposition won’t remain strong.
Discredit and sabotage innocent souls.
Drown them in shallow filthy shoals.

Burn out individuality for a flag.
In the end its still a section of rag.
Coloured or plain it is the same.
Madness you use to ampify your game.
Rigged from the start to the bitter end.
Adamant it isn’t a misguided trend.
But what has that symbol ever done for you?
The answer is nothing and you know it deep down too.

Twisted by the slanted media you get.
Freedom isn’t free in your nation sect.
Mass delusion built on a giant cult.
Everything is not anyone elses fault.
You held the reigns and have failed every step.
Soon you will be out of tokenistic rep.
An island cut off from the collective.
Forever you have been far too selective.

Deny over and over until the mirror gives up.
Its why you deny aiding those begging with a cup.
Believe its sink or swim from birth to demise.
Its why your system is broken and built on lies.
Funneling souls into a life is ruin.
But never listen to the drivel you are spewing.
Warped sense of how everyone else acts.
Make all others out to be lowly and pathetic rats.

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.