This was the end when I came rushing through.
Look for a key and you might join in too.
Not a promise I have to express.
These are but the possibilities you can impress,
As you weave through the traffic in the bay.
Someone always shouts hip hip hooray.
Doesn’t exactly make much sense.
But then when does life in this tense?
It matters little for its hard to see.
Welcome all that are yet to be.
Arms wide and smile strong.
No need to dwell on moments that went wrong.
For life is filled with stumbles and falls.
It’s what allows us to conquer the stalls.

Suffer for the art.
Fill it to bursting with heart.
Upon others knowledge you must impart.

The sky was burning when I took a rest.
Some poor souls were searching for a chest.
Shrugged my shoulds but watched the scene.
Most of it felt as if it should’ve been a dream.
Only their were no fractures in the flow.
I got bored so I returned to the go.
Raced through valleys and alongside streams.
In these places animals were in teams.
Living through their daily trends.
It’s funny how they make amends.
Most unlike us, the human beings.
For us everything needs to contain meanings.
Pity we don’t stop and take a look around.
If we did we might find there is more profound.

Suffer for the art.
Fill it to bursting with heart.
Upon others knowledge you must impart.

It’s why I say you have to.
Vision is something that resides in you.
Creativity is not bound by blood.
Tap into it and watch it run like a flood.
But don’t be scared because it means no harm.
Best thing to do is to keep calm.
May sound odd or a little dumb.
The best for us is yet to come.

Suffer for the art.
Fill it to bursting with heart.
Upon others knowledge you must impart.

All the promise you held in your hands.
You could’ve stood tall upon shoulders so grand.
What a sight I would have paid to see.
For it gave people like us a hope to be,
Better than at the level in which we were born.
Not to have to live like a thorn.
Sticking into the side of the mass.
Existence so hard it tends to end in a flash.

Prosperous future was paved out before you.
What was the event that cleaved it in two?
We ask all these questions and I imagine its tough.
But if you speak no answers then its going to snuff,
Out any hope that might remain in those who’re the same.
For they and me want rid of the game.
You know the hardships for you lived through them too.
Please speak to me before the riots ensue.

I want no part in the lies birthed from my rise.
Everything you see here is deceit in disguise.
I never rose out of the pits where we played.
All of the stories have been conjured and made.
For this was a plan carved out by the master.
They who pretend to bow down but really rise faster.
I’m sorry I lied and partook in the role.
If things were different they would not have control.
But they are not which is why in truth I feel ill.
Extorted, exposed, sickened for I helped rack up the bill.
And payment is due in the form of subservience.
For there is no way they will relent their purveyance.

So every word and action involving you is a lie?
I feel so wounded and offended I must cry.
What sort of role model are you?
For you worked against all those who helped to,
Spur you to victory and greater still feats.
While all along you lied through your teeth.
I never wish to see you again.
If I do it’ll be far too soon my venomous non-friend.

No please listen, you do not undetstand.
I’m too am a prisoner here for all they planned.
If you turn away I will not live to see,
Anything other than violent misery.
For our people will be butchered ’til they are spent.
Yes I know its vile but this is the masters intent.
So you must pretend that I never said a thing.
Instead go around continue living.

I wish I could hear words without lies.
But to me that is all I hear in your cries.
Truth or deception it matters so little.
And the peace between us and them is now so brittle.
Yes war will come soon and we will fight.
I imagine it will last many a day and night.
Regardless the victor this is the way.
Better than living like you everyday.

You fool, you’re blind to the pain which will strike.
Have you forgetten they are a fierce Reich?
To stand and accept that we all go to war;
Well that is pure madness I do not implore.
So set down your angers and historical hates.
Subterfuge is what we hold at the gates.
If events are imperfect than plans have to change.
These are the things we can arrange.

I’m sorry but I will listen no more.
You are with them for you all this time saw,
The truth behind stories they spun to keep us in place.
The best term for you is an utter disgrace.
With that in mind allegiances to our kin are full cut.
No way back for you as the door is sealed shut.
Hence this will be the last time we speak.
I know you have more to say but your words I don’t seek.

With that I turned and departed the “throne.”
The one frequented by naught but a drone.
No hand was laid upon me as I left.
Proof that her words were filled with more theft.
For if she spoke truth I would already be dead.
But I am not for I am reciting this like words I have read.
So brothers and sisters prepare for what’s next.
For the “masters” are coming as we did expect.

Pitter patter the rain does fall.
Darkened corners in alleys stand tall,
And around the bend is but a distant sound.
Not sure if I’m imagining it go round.

Reaches my ears for it calls to me.
Don’t let us fail; is its plea.
Sharp ripple runs down my back.
I settle on staying away from that.

Yet no matter the road I walk,
Those voices continue to talk.
Won’t you just leave me be?
All I want is to live fast and free.

No wait, we can see your death.
I don’t believe what you say with a single breath.
They’re lies to get me to move in close.
I must ignore how they are verbose.

Pay no mind if you want to die.
Is that a threat, I demand and cry.
It is not but the truth to come.
Against my better judgement I listen long.

Haunting sounds soon afflict my mind.
Cavorting they reach right to the rind.
Grab a hold and won’t let go.
Now I am but a part of their show.

Passenger in my own body.
Bitter is the pill that made me groggy.
Swallowed down with tremendous force.
If only from this unwanted union I could divorce.

Sadly the dark does not agree.
It commands that we’ll survive as three.
Who’s the other, I wish to know.
Silence is what I’m left with though.

Years pass and still I struggle.
Try as I might the two are trouble.
In each ear they do tend to chatter.
From all this I cannot shatter.

So live as three we do now.
One is darkness, the other is vow.
Its why the bound was one I could not break.
And success would be failure for I’d suffocate.

So with these final words I speak;
Remember not to bow and prove weak.
For if it scares you then stay away,
Or you’ll end up as forsaken as me.

You tied this rope around my neck.
Paraded me like I was sick.
Predator who toyed with prey.
For so long I could not get away.
But now I’m free and far from you,
And going to tell the world my view.
For safety will no longer be your aid,
Because I am not at all afraid!

Beaten like an animal.
Labelled a Neanderthal.
Submission is what you crave.
Best word for you’s depraved.

Forged my death to gain some ground.
Made it so I could not be found.
Family thought it all was true.
What sort of person does that make you?
A twisted freak with vile ideas.
That smile affixed to hide the jeers.
Vicious sack of putrid flesh.
The sort of terms you liked to mesh.

Beaten like an animal.
Labelled a Neanderthal.
Submission is what you crave.
Best word for you’s depraved.

But if you think this is the end you are so mistaken.
These steps right here are but the first you’ll be taking.
For a cure for your madness has been a long time coming.
And you better believe that others will be flooding.
Cause now you’re exposed you have everything to lose.
Hence why it is us who will now choose.
Just how hard we want to strip your power.
See how you fare as you fall from your tower.
With anonymity but a word in the wind;
Prepare to be harshly disciplined!

Beaten, I was, like an animal.
Labelled, so cruel, a Neanderthal.
Submission was all that I saw you crave.
Everything about you is impure and depraved.

Happy birthday!
Its time to have your say.
Make a wish and blow the candles.
Pay no mind to the vandals.
Those banging cause they want to get in.
Part of the universe as its unravelling.

Fare thee well!
Came just before the dawn of hell.
Plenty of bodies but no remorse.
We remain here to stay the course.
Venture beyond and you will succumb.
Don’t get the meaning, then you are too dumb.

Prey for saviours!
Not the right type of behaviours.
Just some words to be spewed.
An excuse that is over cooed.
But then I suppose they have to try.
Alternative is to simply die die die.

Yet do these pictures and all the pawns…
Will they ever fixed whats spawned?
As from the depths the demons did rise.
Tore our world right before our eyes.
Such disasters we were forced to watch.
Hit us all like a knee to the crotch.
Punishing blow which few survived.
Those that remain are trapped hoping to stay alive.
In tiny worlds that were once homes.
One day they’ll be headstones.
The final reminders of how we once stood tall.
Remnants from before the fall.

Happy birthday!
It might not return, OK?
Make a wish and blow the candles.
Pay no mind to the demons as vandals.
As they begin to break their way in.
Part of the universe at the end of unravelling.

Off the charts and under duress.
Where is the button that I can press?
End the stifling heat of oppression.
Feels as if I might soon be melting,
Down to a puddle or ashen remains.
None of these things I wish to sustain.
While my world is crashing around, see?
Suffering has found and won’t renounce me.
I’m a single being trapped inside the storm.
Fire rages making me wish I was not born.
Truth is the choice was never to be mine.
But don’t say everything will be fine.
You are the cause and not surrounded by death.
Doubt you even know what is it you did.
Must be nice to have so few cares.
Once I join the rest I’ll come haunt you their.
Show you the error without the redemption.
You are unworthy of a single mention.
A name in the dirt where you deserve to remain.
So sick and twisted with your demands to explain.
How guilty is not how you should be viewed.
Horrific lies to which you are glued.
I hope the adhesive contains poison.
And that you’ll soon be jonesing.
Yet truth is I will never be heard.
If I was it would be absurd.
For I am a beast in the eyes of man.
Still you are the ones who show no plan,
While you continue to exploit and breed the decay.
One day it will all turn to grey.
Then what you dumb selfish lot?
Cause currently you too will suffer this rot.
So fix your failings;
Sincerely from animals to human beings.

Take note, for all your lies are unfolding.
You wrote to me as if I’m worth trolling.
Every word you type holds no truth.
Undoubtedly you would wish to see proof.
I don’t need it because we are strangers.
And who offers millions without dangers.
No one and I know you know.
So take your mails and shove them, go.

Prophets are not here to fix you.
Deities will one day have stripped you.
Wind the cord and rattle the beads.
I’m not listening to these sick deeds.

Form text as if you have a heart.
Pity it reads more like a lark.
Vile jabs meant to tear at my strings.
Just as well I feel none of the things.
If you were real it would be not the same.
Only because it wouldn’t be a game.
Robbing identities is not a vocation.
Sort of thing that deserves incarceration.

Prophets are not here to fix you.
Deities will one day have stripped you.
Wind the cord and rattle the beads.
I’m not listening to these sick deeds.

So force out the conflux.
Stage the deceit.
Breed some concoction.
I deny all you speak.

Metaphors in patterns.
Lies on your tongue.
Honesty is dead here.
Like you claim of someone.

Prophets are not here to fix you.
Deities will one day have stripped you.
Wind the cord and rattle the beads.
I’m not listening to these sick deeds.

With faded corners and wide spread stumbles,
My next chance is contagion in fumbles.
Misalign for re-entry that is employed;
Sucking out the prospect to be overjoyed.
Harsh glare shines out from the star;
Bottled up like a heart in a jar.
Shake the roots and carve the skin;
Now get this existence away from him.
Scattered!

Tear these strips off of me.
Will I be granted a right to see?
Broken down and worn too thin.
Every false start is a fresh taste at treason.

Corners are what you wish to steal;
Upon these walls you can’t reveal,
A place to sit or a room to hide.
For everything you sold is inside.
Victimless is not the way to term it;
Rather you need to grant a permit.
Shady sense of crooked self;
Watch from up high on your shelf.
Smotherer!

Tear these strips off of me.
Will I be granted a right to see?
Broken down and worn too thin.
Every false start is a fresh taste at treason.

Arrow flies while you reside,
Beneath the bandages awaits pride.
Certain twisted lopsided analogy;
You wish to strip life away from me!
But I refuse with all my grandeur;
Sadly I am not my saviour.
Simply a forgotten shell of reeds,
Cast out amongst the ill achieved.
Prisoner!

Tear these strips off of me.
Will I be granted a right to see?
Broken down and worn too thin.
Every false start is a fresh taste at treason.

Roses are turning black.
Sick of taking flak.
Potmarked wretched vile skin.
Universe married to ruin.

Sedative won’t be enough for the pauper is the crutch.
Rest on scales that are unfairly weighted.
Bring forth this yob of the fated.

Roses are turning black.
Sick of taking flak.
Potmarked wretched vile skin.
Universe married to ruin.

Wind the lengths of rope around some tender flesh.
Source of a point that is corrupted.
Independence has been disrupted.

Roses are turning black.
Sick of taking flak.
Potmarked wretched vile skin.
Universe married to ruin.

Weasels line the sides of streets.
Insects scurry just beneath.
Belief is lost and men are cruel.
Upon this wood we scrawl a duel.
Commanding that the readers war.
If one is alone then none will propser.
But if two fight against themselves,
Then every act will be compelled.

Roses are turning black.
Sick of taking flak.
Pockmarked wretched vile skin.
Universe married to ruin.

Launch into the ether.
From up here you see.
Break the mold and carry through.
None of them are listening to you.
A day filled with grace betrayed.
What is this life most played?

Saunter in the open door.
You don’t live here anymore.
Claim that is fired free.
Too much dictating has come to be.
Sanctions line the walls with proof.
Morphing as if they are spoof.

Bow to masters in the fog.
Not how you wish to flog;
Seek payment from the steps below.
Upon which so many sold the know.
Hence why you need to flee.
Get out and so far far away from we.

Paralysed by the boundless smoke.
These are tomes used to choke.
Bury the void deep with loss.
Names to carve upon the cross.
Falsified and judging strong.
Every word spoken shows they’re wrong.

Parrot back the threads they speak.
Upon this throne sit the meek.
Fashioned from a distorted shell.
Proving how far we fell.
While Julie sits amongst the stones.
Surrounded by the mass grave of bones.