Coalesce in the dead of fright.
Out here there is no escaping.
For nothing will ever shine bright.
All you’ll be left with is sanity breaking.

So don’t think you’ll ever have a chance.
I too made that mistake and now I’m cut down.
Yes I see, you brandish a lance.
Try it if you insist but I guarantee you will be…

Shredded to ribbons.
Made from man into mulch.
Die screaming at your decisions.
Pieces cast into the gulch.

Its why I’m telling you you’ve already lost.
So you might accept this fate and survive where I did not.
Sadly you’re mind has turned hard like frost.
Nothing will dissuade you from taking your shot.

Shredded to ribbons.
Made from man into mulch.
Die screaming at your decisions.
Pieces cast into the gulch.
I tried my best.
But you would not listen to knowledge.
And now you’re missing.
I hope you have not joined the endless missing.
Though what else am I meant to think?
For none have ever driven, a blade into the heart of loss.

Practice what you preach until you make them all obey.
One by one they will beg for…

A return to decay.
No more immortality.
Abused, no subjectivity.
What created is not as it should be.

Weave at the altars with a murmur of cursed crows.
Innocence can’t prevail against…

A return to decay.
No more immortality.
Abused, no subjectivity.
What created is not as it should be.

Think of the crown, the seat of the lands.
Hypnotise those who have forgotten the brand.
Marked skin against the courts.
A place filled with nothing but frauds.
For festering fruits are born in their loins.
Yet everything here has been purchased with coins.
Not a single soul has worked for what they have.
Its all been inherited from generations long past.

A return to decay.
No more immortality.
Abused, no subjectivity.
What created is not as it should be.
But who here will say that loudly?
I thought not, you sheep in the fray.
Disgusting, how you live by the play.
Wittering and chittering but never willing to say.
Declarations, proof of your heresy.

Cry for me Sabrina.
No I won’t fake our reunion.
You called me deciever.
So you shall taste the storm in me.

For my forgiveness is lost past living.
Too many times you took liberties and left me bleeding.
Now I offer no second shot.
You inflict then you’ll suffer ’til rot.
Mark my words or choke upon all.
Devastation has become my call.

Weep no tears Bruce.
You took those closest to me too soon.
And for your deeds there is no truce.
Prepare for war, you will die in agony.

For my forgiveness is lost past living.
Too many times you took liberties and left me bleeding.
Now I offer no second shot.
You inflict then you’ll suffer ’til rot.
Mark my words or choke upon all.
Devastation has become my call.

Call me harsh.
Call me extreme.
Claim I am but a dream.
Though cross me and you shall see.
I am very much a reality.
And for too long people heeded no warning.
Much has changed now they are all grieving.
Though do not think I am the disease.
Simply I am the inevitability.
For if you cross the right hand of ruin.
In will come the left hand of killing.

My forgiveness is lost past living.
Too many times liberties taken, leaving me bleeding.
Ever since I’ve offered no second shot.
You inflict then you’ll suffer ’til rot.
Mark my words or choke upon all.
Devastation is my call.

Stood on the shore and watched waves hit the bay.
Before too long it was reaching for me.
Slick as black but somehow twice as deep.
Venomous and virile as if chattering sharp teeth.
Heard this before never had I.
However every day since that sound has assaulted my mind.
Nightmares and day terrors swim in my head.
Eventually came the voices baying for me to be dead.

Unravelling, can’t let go.
One more hit before I must so.
Consumption, your are a leech.
Don’t say a word,
I don’t wish to hear you preach.

Rapping on torment is a thrilling but devious ride.
Stings almost as much as the rending of pride.
Though none of it will ever be quite as foul…
As that day I shattered like glass versus a sharp beaked owl.
The screeches were sumptous until they were not.
Sounds I can never seem to be without.
Staggering scriptures I committed to ash.
Pity it was too late to fix that poor hand that I cast.

Unravelling, can’t let go.
One more hit before I must so.
Consumption, your are a leech.
Don’t say a word,
I don’t wish to hear you preach.

For you I have an anthem.
Not a package filled with contagion.
Whether you get the point or not…
Doesn’t matter for naught.

You see this is an ode to the forgotten.
Downtrodden they’ve been left as rotten.
Names banished to some dusty books.
No longer any of them get envious looks.
For they are our…

Disposable heroes and this is their song.
It sure ain’t grand after, all they’ve done.

Shallow graves, sheds filled with pain.
One too many bullet to the brain.
Rampaging dread that rouses them at night.
Pity for them there’s nothing left to fight.

For they…
Are the broken and battered.
Bruised in mind and body shattered.
Prevailing sense of, what’s the point?
No longer do the crowd anoint.
Rather they’ve been tossed, dethroned.
Their days left shallow and alone.

Disposable heroes and this is their song.
It sure ain’t grand after, all they’ve done.

But this is the truth and it ain’t even long.
They were once names, simply didn’t carry on.
Some say its cause the world moved forth.
To be honest it was a fad.
And like all of them they’re forgotten once they’re dead.
So one more time lets resurrect days gone by.
Shout it loud, maybe even cry.
As afterall it can do no harm…
To show some gratitude in this disposable hero song.

Am I the only one who wishes for change to come?
To see the days turn from grey to something.
Cut out the hum drum which has been allowed to flourish.
For things as such will never manage to nourish.
Yet what I see are the same old schemes.
Men in suits with smiles that do gleam.
Fake and false like the tales of yore.
Down these maniacals, I say once more.
Though still they wander and roam with hope.
They plan to steal what they thus far have fumbled to choke.
To you and me its known as choice.

In their eyes its a word most sick.
Should be carved and cast into a deep pit.
But ’til now they have not prevailed.
Merciful I believe it is that they’ve failed.
Still how long on that can we rely?
I cannot say and do not wish to try.
For some day things will suffer monumental shift.
Truthfully I don’t want to see them again a grip.
Which is why we must angle things a new way.
Otherwise who knows what might unfold.
Other than to say our lives would not be so gold.

Flip a coin over knuckles.
Air around is filled with chuckles.
Chatter on a soft cool breeze.
Never wish to forego times like these.
For in the end peace is best.
Plant that flag but get plenty of rest.
Cause times are changing and waters are murky.
Don’t assume all will be positivity.
By that I mean; hope for joy, prepare for pain.
Some fools always want to play a game.
Not the sort that tends to be fun.
However don’t dwell on that for too long.
Instead smile, laugh and leap with energy and glee.
For after all life is meant to bring you joy.
So live your way and be the best you that you can be.

Petrified by my malcontent piece.
For too long I have been the beast.
Siphoning and carving brutality.
One foul look will not alter trajectory.

Down, in the lair of rotting thorn hatred.
Light will not shine no matter the wanting.
For, my heart is shriveled and my eyes are black.
It would be better to say I’m what should be feared; got that?

Washed up, has been are the calls.
Cut like a knife, will be how I stop y’all.
Fractured hairline failures in the mass.
Wave fareful as lethal floods crash.

Down, in the lair of rotting thorn hatred.
Light will not shine no matter the wanting.
For, my heart is shriveled and my eyes are black.
It would be better to say I’m what should be feared; got that?

But you don’t see a twisted menace.
Heart of gold, your touch is sensitive.
I do not trust, I do not get; why are you offering respect?
Its a con, its a lie.
It is neither I’m just fractured dry.
Retreat is my final defence.
Cornered I have to face this.
Kindness is not something I know too well.
Sad to say I lashed out and drove you away.

Down, in the lair of rotting thorn hatred.
Light will not shine no matter the wanting.
For, my heart is shriveled and my eyes are black.
It would be better to say I’m what should be feared; now I’ve assured that.

Damning the totems to realm in endless abyss.
That which is forged here may soon be remiss.
Should the waves keep a churning and the skies tear past wide.
Breeding of torture fashions the stormiest ride.

Sail for me under empty moon.
Blood is my failing.
I gaze for the loon.
Pitch in the motion as the ship she does roll.
Battered in by whats slow.

Haul up the skins and race to the edge.
Bargain for treasures that won’t buy a single bed.
For oceans are a calling and those you should heed.
No other locale will you feel peace and at ease.

Sail for horizon and dawn of new day.
Cannons are loaded.
Deaths on its way.
Yet for the masses do these tales not sit true.
For they are jaded beyond feeling too.

Pester my crew and a long walk you’ll take.
Off of the plank that will seal your fate.
Not a word spoken of where you might ultimately fall.
For fear is a gripping crippling call.

Set off the journey to conquer the seas.
Mermaids and ghost are talking all the time to me.
Yet madness is seldom unless consuming the salt.
If that is what you’re doing I’ll spare you more fault.

A shot from my flintlock.
A blade through the chest.
All options are better than withering to death.
So heed my words as fractured as they are.
Or drown in the depths of merciless liar.

I am callous;
Feed me with malice.
For names won’t break me.
I built a realm off negativity.
Forged from pain inflicted.
Never will i be constricted.
For this place is of my own making.
Continue all you like with your hating.
Different isn’t wrong, no matter what you’re spitting.

I am king callous;
Position formed with that same malice.
Palace erected in my mind and name.
For me what you do is less than a game.
Pitiful you think you matter at all.
Throughout i will remain standing tall.
For you know zip about who i am.
Think me the weirdo that needs banishing.
Get bent; i will remain who and what i have always been.

King of the callous;
Palace constructed from pain, suffering, ridicule and malice.
Confusion writhing right beneath your surface.
Judgement on me is superfluous.
I know you’re haunted and tormented.
The stench on you is cemented.
Smiles are all you’re get; so evil.
I am more than simply primeval.
Bathe in your insecuirty as i excel with absolute glory!

Prevail;
I’ll never fail.
Say my name, my title.
I am inevitable.

King callous;
Fed, fueled, born from malice.
High atop my throne;
Palace all of my own.