Forgiveness is a two way street.
Don’t ask if you’re not willing to meet,
Halfway along the road of remorse.
Some only plot a demanding course.
Believe they are owed being let off the hook.
Not how that should ever actually look.
But if you are sincere with your regret,
Then there is a chance you’ll no longer be deemed a threat.
Not written or marked out in stone.
It is a decision that depends on the person.
Accept what is offered and in time rifts can heal.
Forcing matters only reveals that you steal;
Plan to betray right from the start.
Such will be counted as proof of an empty heart.

Welcome glory and all its light.
Never will it be too bright.
Sectioned mind with plenty of space.
Whatever you want I refuse disgrace.
Bullying words meant to wither and bend.
All those statements have been condemned.
Patronise but still I will plough forward.
The future has not been preordered.
So do your worst and witness the effects.
Once I’m done you’ll need to be checked.
Burns will marks you from my words.
Too often the masses around me flock like birds.

Disaster is not written into stone.
I will ascend up to my throne.
Fractured links will not bring an end.
My opinions I will continue to defend.
Call me wrong but you are worse.
Everything needs to be risk averse.
Fun has been quarterised to the bone.
Many souls have changed to lying prone.
No chance in that I will partake.
Decisions were on you to mistake.
Instead I shall build my world.
Not be trapped in a cage that will be hurled.

Majority does not means its right.
People do pick the wrong fight.
Forced on stage is not the life for me.
Need some space so I can simply be.
Prods and probes are not the solution.
All they do is breed greater confusion.
It’s why I am better without the noise.
That way I retain all of my poise.
Sounds wrong to you but I don’t care.
The rest of you are only just about there.
Spirits pretending to be corporeal.
Not a trap into which I ever wish to fall.

Blaze a trail that is your own.
Discount all the shade which is thrown.
Meld your head however you please.
Leave the instructions out to freeze.
I know best for I have to live with me.
Outsiders disallowed will never get a key.
So keep your actions to yourself.
I’m only focused on my mental health.
Will let the toxicity run through the damned.
Same souls who gave in to be scammed.
People determined to morph so they fit.
Never want to be one who sells out for it.

I call me boring but you won’t admit;
Apparently that is something you wish I’d quit.
Whip smart but can’t see that is true.
Can’t remember half of what I once knew.
Still you insist while declaring my victory.
I am the marshal who will write our history.
Union between lines that divide.
Pity so few wish to subscribe.
Instead the battles continue to rage.
But neither of us will ever engage.
Old habits that should’ve died hard.
So long ago when it was still sung by bard.
However that is not how this runs.
Great swathes of the world descended to slums.
Apocalypse is coming but we stay side by side.
Whatever comes we’ll make it through this ride.

Smile from ear to somewhere close to here.
Eyes like rainbows that refuse to quit.
Not sure if this is what we should be doing dear.
People will not leave me with permit.
All they want is to stick their oar in.
Sick of hearing the words they’re espousing.
Each line is a little more boring.
To make matters worse they’ve started shouting.
Taken to reaching unto me about how I’m being used.
Claim they have proof that you’re bad news.
Wonder how they’d feel about being accused?
Doubt they’d like that to be what others choose.

Can hear them outside endlessly mouthing.
Ripping the door open I’ll give them a reason to run.
“Sick of all you doing this whispered gathering,
You might think it’s right but it’s lies you’ve spun.
Want a piece of happiness then find it yourselves,
No need to spit on what we have.
Yet you won’t cause you’re stuck on shelves.
Compass in hand that offers no nav.”
In response they all shuffle and disperse.
No apologies are presented unto us.
Their continued behaviour makes this worse.
Maybe we should take a ride on a bus.

We fled but you didn’t agree with me.
Thought we should have remained.
But I was sick of them demanding I agree.
And they were never going to be constrained.
Spreading lies is all they knew how to do.
Happiness does not require them.
Now we can do as we wish and grow.
There’s nobody left to condemn,
Besmirch your name like I’m not aware.
Did they forget that I played a part?
Hell, I was even stood right there.
Shows none of them were particularly smart.

Years later and we are at peace.
You and I continued to share,
And our bond never did release.
Outcome was better than any prayer.
Laughing about all the madness of ‘home.’
Remembering how neighbours did chatter.
Couldn’t even keep it confined to the phone.
If only they knew of the manufactured plot we did shatter.
Matters little for few will remain.
Most will be in permanent lying.
They really thought this was a game.
Bet if they saw us now they would regret prying.

Spin so much I can’t see past the funnel.
Think I’d prefer to be down in a tunnel.
With debris that cuts my skin is so scarred.
Not things I thought I’d have to regard.
But darkness is terror and I’m not drawn.
In the depths there are things said to spawn.
Marred surface upon which we once stood.
Never have I had the all clear that I could.
Instead been twisting at the heart of a storm.
Not something to which I’m truthfully drawn.
Yet life is better when you can live.
My mind is not empty like a sieve.
If it were I’d be long since departed.
Rather I have only just started.
Study is but a part of the process.
Complex like a game of pro chess.
Answers could come at any time.
What I would give to cross that invisible line.
Gaze upon the surface of our home.
Perhaps even take a while to roam.
If only ancestors had not ignored each sign.
Then everything would have been fine.
Instead we are trapped up in the air.
Surprisingly there is not enough space up here.
Research continues as does the ticking of days.
The more I work I realise this problems a maze.
Yet I refuse to throw in the towl and admit defeat.
Doing so would only condemn us to a state of obsolete,
And with systems failing our home will decline.
To such a fate I cannot accept or resign,
Our community has braved centuries to stand,
Have their feet against actual land.
And when the day comes to signal that victory.
I will be stood shoulder to shoulder with everybody.

Forget me or forgive me not.
These are all the ideas that I’ve got.
Mother’s in the streets with tears in their eyes.
Babies are crying because of the cracked skies.
Hound off the lease and sinking right in.
Streets littered with despair, not sure where to begin.

Death of the dance,
Removed the romance.
Life of decay;
Will end us as we play.

Forget me or forgive me not.
This is all my mind is capable to spot.
Bodies are hanging from posts with bright lights.
On every corner the mindless engage in fights.
Buildings are aflame and starting to fall.
Across the walls are the final words written in scrawl.

Death of the dance,
Removed the romance.
Life of the decay;
Will end us as we play.

Division has become our party trick.
If only it wasn’t multiplying the sick;
That which I feel as I breathe.
All around are things that do seethe.
Twist the blade deeper into skin.
If only we could say that from here on in,
Slaughter and violence would not be our principal guiding.

Wouldn’t that be a real something.
Not real and I doubt it ever will come.
Our numbers are too busy living by the gun.
Obsessed by self-destruction and that which is insane.
This is a backstory to our in motion campaign.

Death of the dance,
Removed the romance.
Life of the decay,
Will end us as we play.

Forget me or forgive me not.
Forgive naught and forget the lot.

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.