Fifty-fifty and which side are you?
Perhaps you are part of those that spew.
Left or right you are still the problem.
Try walking down the middle column.

Cause organisations are built to fail.
They are far too exploitable and frail.
Pin your name to a flag and you will sink.
At some point your group will be the link.
Those who are part of the decline.
Cults are common and intended by design,
To drag you in and twist your opinion.
In truth they want global dominion.

If you believe in freedom don’t be a sheep.
Following them is how they make you weak.
Stand for you and not some predefined notion.
Cause all they want is blind devotion.

Moniker might change but members do not.
All you have is what they crave and want.
Extremism is an affliction similar to disease.
It will cut you down at your knees.

Politically correct until there are no words left.
Healthy souls in which they wish to put a cleft.
Exported opinions meant to serve as fact.
Reality is that’s how peace will be attacked.
Cancel the sky if it would hand them the keys.
Sign up to them and you’ll be begging please.
Scraps from the table that’ll be treated like gold.
No conscious do they hold because they’re cold.

Desperate fanatics bent on human control.
They would not admit but that is there goal.
So form your opinions based on impartial fact.
Everything else is meant to help distract.

What is this disaster to which we seem to gather?
False statements which come across as blather.
Stop with the speak and make a change.
Too much time is spent on the low range.
Peripheral manipulation meant to fool.
It truly comes across as incessant drool.
Corporate speak without the company.
Sick of listening to yet another flunky.

Why do we repeat the mistakes of the past?
They are the sort of things we should blast;
Fire out to leave them in the past and its dirt.
Rather than keep reissuing all of the hurt,
Only to make statments about lessons learned.
If that were true we wouldn’t keep being burned.
Little more than a corpse remains in place.
Should be termed a societal failure disgrace.

Ingrained flaws that are not a part of nature.
Our progress is like that managed by a glacier.
Nothing is perfect and we know that to be true,
But our species is far from being new.
Intelligence should’ve dictated change.
Not kept us in this limbo of estrange.
Little to show but continuing to brag.
Care more about cloth formed into a flag.

Think I’m beat then I should let you know,
This is only the prologue to my life show.
Shot to the heart won’t rupture and reduce,
Before long you will get all of the proof.

So do your worst and watch it fail.
I will always be the one to prevail.
Disorder is shorter cause I am detail.

Engage in your battles for my clean skin.
In the end you’ll find it’s doing you in.
Break in the flow that you once formed.
Soon you will see it all transformed.

So do your worst and watch it fail.
I will always be the one to prevail.
Disorder is shorter cause I am detail.

Perforate and reduce to scattered ash.
Every action you make is far too rash.
But still you want to make it worse.
Soon it’ll be labelled as perverse.

I won’t let you twist the truth.
You don’t have the excuse of youth.
Rather you are the bitterest pill.
And I’ll be coming to make you still.

So do your worst and watch it fail.
I will always be the one to prevail.
Disorder is shorter cause I am detail.

The fracture will be reformed and fixed.
Your feelings shall be overwhelmingly mixed.
But time will be up and you will be done.
For I am the forever burning light of the sun.

Run through the fields.
Soar like a bird.
Stand on the bridges,
Let your voice be heard.

This is not a con.
No need to be gone.
Carve out your place.
Don’t skimp on space.

Climb up the cliffs.
Forge to be missed.
Ignore all the ifs,
You’ve right to resist.

This is not a con.
No need to be gone.
Carve out your place.
Don’t skimp on space.

Swim like a fish.
Walk all the halls.
If this is your wish,
There will be no walls.

This is not a con.
No need to be gone.
Carve out your place.
Don’t skimp on space.

Red sky fills the morning.
Waiting on the shepherds warning.
Omen for this new day.
Could do with it sliding away.
To leave misfortune at the door.
Don’t want to suffer the madness no more.
Yet crop failure is his decree.
Hence why many villagers want him cut free.
Loose him upon the open road.
Have others cursed him for his words owed.

One night screams fill the night air.
They are choked with fearful despair.
I race across toward the shack.
The one in which shepherd and flock stack.
Arriving I learn I am the last.
Upon the ground a body is slashed.
Encricled by butchered remains.
They are the sheep that he retained.
And shepherd is dead with staring eyes.
The villagers are letting out such happy cries.

Burial was a bland kind of affair.
No one but me wanted to be there.
Faces couldn’t even attempt no smile.
All my neighbours show they’re vile.
And when its over they forget his name.
But at least they will not be denied grain.
The care they placed high up the list,
Is why the shepherd will not be missed.
His warnings were seen as a curse.
Ending that innocent life was so much worse.

Times comes for the harvest.
Everything is dust and tarnished.
Not a speck of food can be saved.
Karma has decided winter must be braved,
Devoid of enough for every mouth.
Circumstance has plummeted south.
But now the villagers realise they are the cause.
If only they had given a moments pause.
Starvation will be all that fills stomachs.
All because they acted like a bunch of foolish lummox.

By the time winter passes only I remain.
Everyone else picked the wrong side in the game.
For that they paid with their souls.
Bodies lying static in splayed pose.
With all said and done I decided to move on.
If I remained survival would be gone.
Death would be my final stage.
I’m not committed to accept that sort of cage.
Yet before I leave I find the notes.
All my neighbours played a part it quotes.

Failure to comprehend your own fucking language.
Might as well steal and lazily languish.
But leaving you alone,
Might bring about oblivion.

Cause you’re blind like a selfish soul who won’t admit,
That every view they have is twisted and violent.
And still you preach the words…
Stop madness we urge.
But our voices are forgotten…
Plus, everyone present is descended and rotten.

Insert here and then inject all of this sadness.
No truth can you speak for it is just callous.
So sever all the ties,
Before the rising tides.

Cause you’re blind like a selfish soul who won’t admit,
That every view they have is twisted and violent.
And still you preach the words…
Stop madness we urge.
But our voices are forgotten…
Plus, everyone present is descended and rotten.

Rap the tomes in false prayers that you offer.
Squandered hope with promises to the coffer.
Its why I want you gone,
Until our new path is won.

Cause you’re blind like a selfish soul who won’t admit,
That every view they have is twisted and violent.
And still you preach the words…
Stop madness we urge.
But our voices are forgotten…
Plus, everyone present is descended and rotten.

You’re not a few you’re so many,
Twist words to buy integrity.
Find a cause, pin it to your heart.
Forgot about the truth telling part.
Alternate, you made it a goal.
Sick of hearing this infection though.
Your definitions are just lies.
The rest of us are sick of the cries.

Warped and jaded;
Life that’s denigrated.
Picked and alone.
Sat upon an illusion throne.

An infection that is rotted through.
It is your state that brought it to,
The masses upon these distant shores.
What a false collection of clause.
Fracture but try to hide.
Nothing good does dwell inside.
Fixated on making an incision.
Nationality of forcing a skewed vision.

Warped and jaded;
Life that’s denigrated.
Picked and alone.
Sat upon an illusion throne.

And will you ever stop your subsuming?
Cause these staged facts are so bemusing.
With little effort added to a pack of lies.
You built this up to further your rise.
Lent all hands to fuel paranoia.
The rest of us are sick of you as employer.
Hand prepared for killing blow.
Shut your mouths and let us go!

Warped and jaded;
Life is denigrated.
Picked and alone.
Sat upon an illusion throne.

From this dirge I bring the clarrion call.
Pack these bodies right into the hall.
Writhe and scream upon every note.
Before too long their forms will bloat.

It sounds like murder except its sweet.
Upon these solid walls you do beat.
With a hand in ice and a foot in gold.
Can you work out which will make you fold?

Time after time I split the puzzle.
Lie after lie I made this struggle.
Notch in the back of life I can’t juggle.
So bring down the rafters,
I’m not letting go.

Peck at the eyes that rotted through,
All while exclaiming: who knew?
Sounds so fake it might change the gleam.
Bring out the masters of what is most obscene.

Jack-in-the-box is not for you.
Slip the knife in during the stew.
Between the ribs does the steel go.
Soon comes the gasp from a forced horror show.

Time after time I split the puzzle.
Lie after lie I made this struggle.
Notch in the back of life I can’t juggle.
So bring down the rafters,
I’m not letting go.

But that does not mean we will take this turn.
Lines in the sand…
Won’t stop.
What refuses to end…
The crop.

Instead you will be inserted, into burn to be blurted.
Soggy soul in a clouded room,
Pull out the scalpel and meet doom,
Yeah, yeah!

Time after time I split the puzzle.
Lie after lie I made this struggle.
Notch in the back of life I can’t juggle.
So bring down the rafters,
I’m not letting go.