Look into the glass and tell me what you see.
Is there a brother, teacher, father, hero or am I nobody?
Give the truth without pause for concern.
Being blunt should not bring forth a burn.
For if honesty can not be spoke then what is the point?
Done it for you now I ask you pay me the same courtesy.
Though do not look to your allies who surround;
They are not here to take your silent command.
So speak your truths and let them be known.
Otherwise why did we ever build this grand house and home?

Withered down to shreds of splinters.
Life is cold through these long harsh winters.
But we will inhale,
Stand and prevail!

Cheating sack of rotting lie-filled grinning meat.
That was the utterance that I did dare to speak.
Not an ounce of care but now you wish to beg.
You are a monster who refuses to pause once fed.
Incessant wish to twist and be made a king.
This house and home of which you speak is but a false dream.

Withered down to shreds of splinters.
Life is cold through these long harsh winters.
But we will inhale,
Stand and prevail!

Putrid and wrapped in flesh.
Languish upon all of this.
Halt the progress of a people.
All to chase a falling steeple.
Harbour grudge and fuel a fued.
You are but the contorted member of a brood.

So spit the sinew from your teeth.
Wring your hands for a week.
Knee deep in gore and smiling wide.
You only lust for pride.
Brother, teacher, father, hero; you are not.
What you are best labelled as is a tyrannical dot.

Withered down to shreds of splinters.
Life is cold through these long harsh winters.
But we will inhale,
Stand against you and prevail!

Bunny hopping ain’t for nothing.

Leap around like an insane fool.
All to dodge the bullet spool.
Never ending flow of lead.
Or is it plasma aimed at your head?
I don’t…have a clue.

If it misses me then I’ll be pleased to.
Because the threat is real.
Underestimate if you wish to feel,

Butchered.
Part of a spree.
Savaged.
Overkill for me.
All these medals are flowing out.
Time for you to recount your doubt.

Crouch and hope it saves the day.

It may seem like camping.
But truth is I’m ramping.
Allowing my shields to recharge.
Right before I partake in a new barge.
Otherwise…its all for nothing.

If I survive through the pain.
Then I’ll restart again.
But fail to see and soon I’ll feel,

Butchered.
Part of a spree.
Savaged.
Overkill me.
All these medals are flowing out.
Time for us to recount our doubt.

Seven foot plus and he’s ready to kill.
Its why they call him the demon.
Pistol in hand will be enough.
For anyone else it would be time to snuff;
Hit the dirt and never rise again.
But that isn’t the way with this man.
Bet against him and you will lose.
He’s an armoured hulk that can more than bruise.

Bare fists he’ll beat his foes into pure submission.
Don’t refute you are scared of seeing,
His shadow as that means you’re about to fall,
To an orphan without a surname who is standing tall.
And his possessions they might number low;
Armour, a number and first name to show.
Though he is someone of galactic fame.
Alas you are never going to win the not-a-game.

Business he means with a rifle in hand.
He says little but his actions stand.
Why chatter when it gets zilch done.
Might as well get to the point of the problem.
Irrespective of ammo he can fight to win.
Defeat is not a thing he’ll be accepting.
So I ask will you turn and run?
Or will you get out his way to avoid the gun?

What if treason is not a cause?
Do these words give you reason for pause?
I hope they do for things are not algined.
So many words have morphed to be unkind.
With rants birthed forth from minds under duress.
It all boils back down to the mountains of stress.
We’ve pushed hard for too long and now we’re coming undone.
And I get you don’t want to heed these warning in front of you.
But refuse too long and it’ll be guaranteed too,
Reach from the depths to pull the pin.
See how much progress you make while exploding.

What if science won’t save the day?
Have you ever considered that maybe?
Not a prospect that has yet come to pass.
You might even be thinking my words are crass.
But give it thought and see how far you go.
See if you fall down that same rabbit hole.
For there is no guarantee our knowledge will expand forever.
To believe that is to repeat a false agenda.
Maybe you think its better to be a pretender.
Bury our heads deep beneath the lands.
Force progress while under our feet shift the sands.

Seek the knife, seek the knife;
What is in the dark?
Is it pain, is it pain;
Has it hit the mark?
Know the sting, know the ache;
Will it not repeat?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

Pull the cord, pull the cord;
I can smell the lies.
Preach the words, preach the words;
Why do I survive?
For the thrill, for the kicks;
Can it skip a beat?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

Vent the breaks, vent the breaks;
I refuse to stall.
Bring the axe, bring the axe;
Will I see it fall?
With a smile, with a grin;
Where is the technique?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

But for the inaction I won’t damn satisfaction.
When angels turn to demons I will give my reasons.
Judge the merciful for they are too surgical.
Now strip the lesions and watch me soar.

Seek the knife, seek the knife;
What is in the dark?
Is it pain, is it pain;
Has it hit the mark?
Know the sting, know the ache;
Will it not repeat?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

Do you remember the last time you smiled for real?
Do you recall when pain wasn’t knocking at your door?
It seems like you have become so saturated.
Inflamed by a need to feel like light is confiscated.
Yet for who are you sticking to this road?
Is that what those departed would have wanted?
I know your answer might be yes,
But is that just reflex?
Think deep and consider long.
Might lead you to a realisation.
That you don’t have to suffer for your “sins.”
You are among us human beings.
Everyone has regrets which pull.
The knack is to let them go.
Not an easy trick to learn,
Though it’s much better than the burn.
Clinging to your faded memories of misery.
They are not the same as they were yesterday.
But if you open up and ask for aid.
Such actions won’t see you be flayed.
Though you are the only one who can start the journey.
It matters little if you’re legs are weak.
With help you can conquer all that runs deep,
And if you don’t then that’s on you.
We’ll be waiting here encase you come around too.

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.