Too much talking, into my ear.
Chest is tightening, filling with fear.
Shout, shout, shout; attempting to baffle.
Let me out, rather than treat me like cattle.

I just want freedom; an end to the pain.
Abuse has become so ingrained.
Tears down my face with no end in sight.
Public pleas.
Bring an end to the fright.
Sever the ties!

Cut out the cancer; sick from this cage.
All I want is to turn to a fresh page.
With no more suffering under your boot.
I crave peace, not a contrived movie to shoot.

I just want freedom; an end to the pain.
Abuse has become so ingrained.
Tears down my face with no end in sight.
Public pleas.
Bring an end to the fright.
Sever the ties!
Yet I remain where I am!
Hamstrung, trapped, imprisoned in my success storm.
Some doubt my agony, others offer their voice.
None of it will get me away from this abusive psycho.

Pound in my head; i refuse to grow meek.
Numb from the hate; its all that you give.
Remorse is a lie meant to deepen this pit.
No more times will I fall for your bullshit!

Any fool can type some shit.
Doesn’t mean you are talented.
At least when what makes the piece,
Is an AI machine learning beast.
So stop your claims and end your calls.
What you made is barely a thing at all.
For it was a program that did all the work.
Its like calling a calculator a mathematical genius.

Blind to see for you can’t admit.
Its why bile and violence all you spit.
Like listening to vitriol with form.
Your view is not really the norm.
Say what you will but that is true.
More likely the AI will come for you.
Now end the calls for mass compensation.
Before you become the ultimate miscalculation.

You are an input not a creator.
Programmers have more artist flavour.
Wah wah wah is part of your moan.
Crying about how you’ve earned your throne.
Yet inputting keywords is not creation.
Especially when its being used for imitation.
Remind us again how forgery is not a crime?
Oh that’s right you haven’t got a clue, you wannabe after prime time.

Every statement made is part of an act.
In my opinion you’re just a brat.
Blah, blah, blah another false claim.
Sick and tired (more than tired and sick).
This ain’t a game!

Internal promises with external retractions.
Filling the void with words of inaction.
Spout in the face while cowering low.
Bored and cornered (just like a rat).
You are a joke though.

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.