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.

Carved across the endless face.
Meandering with a flowing current.
Poisoned by the greed of many.
All born from the loins of the few.
Disaster is impending.
There will be no escaping it too.

Jagged is the road it takes.
Vital is its ancient place.
Lose the river and damn the globe.
There is no alternate mode.
Now heeds the calls,
Or accept you soon shall crumble.

Mighty master across the lands.
Sub-continent over which it commands.
While man is but a tiny fool,
Threatening to destroy what we can’t control.
Respect the river!
If you don’t you’ll curse the flow.

Stubborn dimwits who believe in cash.
Betray nature, it bites back.
Our command does not exist.
While it can mash us like ant under fist.
Shuffle us into the past.
Don’t think you will outlast…

All the power.
All the pain.
All which you refuse to explain.
For we are nothing to its discharge.
Everything about it is extra large.

Shove the demon out of your head.
Leave him to fester in the closet.
See if he enjoys the dark.
For he talks a good show but lets find out.
Surety can be the greatest shout.
Cause arrogance is not conviction.
Too often they are conflicting.
Betray the fears of what commands obedience.
Bounce it back their way may reveal a grievance.
Fear they wished to keep buried deep.
About things they refuse of which to speak.
So try it once and assess the outcome.
For not every demon is for everyone.
They are personal and plague one soul.
Shining a light on them might burn a hole,
Through the shield they weild with confidence.
Might not remain once you’ve navigated this resistance.

Beg for battle.
Wage the war.
Reclaim your hope.
Then push for more.

Prosper for victory.
Rage ’til raw.
Fulfill your promise.
Then do so much more.

Damn the darkness back to zero.
It will never be what you need, a hero.
Just a trick to plunge the knife.
Dodge it and things will reunite.
Offer opportunity to move in light.
Trade the malice for a chalice.
Sip at the cup from a palace.
Skirt the pool meant to swallow whole.
Another plot to strip your control.
Fetid display that is most desperate.
Bile infused ocean of a cesspit.
But that is because all they fear is you.
Inside burns the brighest chance to stew.
Erode away all the power they have birthed.
Put it into a state best classed as nerfed.
Restricted and no longer out of whack.
Into the menaces face will be delivered a crack.

Beg for battle.
Wage the war.
Reclaim your hope.
Then push for more.

Prosper for victory.
Rage ’til raw.
Fulfill your promise.
Then do so much more.

Beached upon a sand drift, is how I feel I am missed.
Scattered by the seas of an endless sky of moons.
Patchwork mosiac I’m not sure how I lose.
Segments bathed in the lights of darkness.
Somewhere out here is the harshest,
Memory of a moment faded by the hour.
Climb up high that shadowy tower.
Jekyll is hyde except when he is not.
Comments delivered from the most beligerant.
A case of purpose but not a purpose to point.
Upon these hollow wounds we do anoint.
Cartilege stripped down until there is just bone.
These are skilless entities unto which to hone.
So speak the truths and let them lie.
No, it is correct to call them all a cry;
Desperate to the sails upon mighty waves.
Into pits that we demand to call graves.
No pause for thought until the crash.
It happens like a lightning flash.
Blinded in the strobing effect.
Here is where the portrait will show what is correct.
A stagnant sea into which we dive.
Jealousy is the beast for which to strive.
Tainted view of spectral suns.
Pressured piece drenched in blood eagled lungs.

Have you ever seen the beautiful end?
I’m not speaking of mortalities trend.
Look up high with eyes pressed closed.
Can you see a wondrous cove?
I know I can and its where I’ll lay,
My head upon a rock each new day.
As searching dimensions is not a thing of ease.
Far too many are inflicted by greeds disease.
But this place into which I step,
It is not afflicted one little bit.
So here I am and here I’ll stay.
Let all the other worlds fall away.

Progress is not a necessary root.
Quite too often it ends up being moot.
With a patchwork heart empty and cold.
The only thing it brings is back the old,
Point of view with which I don’t agree.
My purpose here is to remain most free.
Remain detached from the petty storms.
None of them are worth their putrid forms.
So from disaster I keep a distance.
Always this will be my insistence.
Not up for discussion or debate.
You can keep every ounce of your hate.

Prize of perfection is the success in failure.
As nature will never demand my favour.
Bitter truth you may refuse to speak.
Appreciation does not make me weak.
I carve the path that suits me well.
This island paradise in which I dwell.
Imagination sat atop the mind.
In this place every fibre is so kind.
No drama and no warring souls.
Never barbarity like heads on poles.
Just serenity which means the most.
In this place I’ll remain ’til I ghost.

Explode!
Fresh line in the play.
What’s the latest trend we’re meant to obey?

Cause violent delights are wed in time.
And no one left is out of line.
Too much in with little free.
Wrap the blister and let it be.

Screaming!
From here in the womb.
I have to say it feels like a tomb.

Punctuate and lets cuts down the crime.
Moments of disbelief are rhyme.
Butchers hook with no saviour.
Twisted by denial behaviour.

Paradox!
Insert the crazy.
Won’t you look and see that its hazy?

Wearing souls dispossessed from in the mine.
Deicide granted by a whine.
Sown shut from all the torture.
Breed a realm of pure disorder.

Falsify!
Rust is seeping in.
All the mirror shows is living sin.