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.

Waiting for the fog to clear.
This annoyance is so near.
Can’t bring myself to look.
My fate has been carved by hook.
Words engraved into my wall.
They haunt me and taunt my fall.
I need to break free of my curse.
Before I end up in the back of a hearse.
Call me morbid but its true.
Terror runs right the way through.

Why is it not a dream?
Error state,
I can’t seem to scream.
Protocol late.
Set me free of obscene.

Run the cable into my skin.
Cannot stop my wide grin.
Pick apart my mind twisted.
Into what have I enlisted?
No reason for the smile.
I just know it’s been awhile.
Cut the cord so I can slide.
No cloud upon which I can glide.
Imprisonment in my head.
Tortured soul to which I’m wed.

Why is it not a dream?
Error state,
I can’t seem to scream.
Protocol late.
Set me free of obscene.

What is left is barely me.
This brutality won’t let me be.
More synthetic than I wish to admit.
These pieces don’t really fit.
Cleaved to parts and strung out.
All I wish to do is shout.
Torn and patched back up again.
Pain is forever at a ten.
Kill the power and let me go.
Cannot take this madness though.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Decroum has been thrown to the wolves.
All that remains are the skins of fools.
Hand me down an empty tome.
Carve the eyes so far from home;
With a twisted metal rusted heart.
You have no glory to make you smart.
Just a rotten open festering hole.
Hand outstretched pleading for control.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Ruptures down a party line.
No more words lead to fine.
Gouged out victim on a call.
Erected around innocence a wall.
Proper solution there is no key.
What remains should simply not be.
Filter through every particle of fog.
This whole existence is bathed in slog.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Stitch shut the eyes of heretic.
Withered down to just a split.
Marry doom to lights decay.
Perforate until it all goes away.
Iodine will be injected in.
New discourse ripples skin.
Replace hope with dismay.
Wish it all would just go away.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Childish with your world view.
So much junk do you spew.
Obsessed with being right.
Far too eager to pick a fight.

But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Just leave the past where it does lay.
Digging it up does nothing of use,
And it might just become a noose.
Tighten until all you do is choke.
All while punishing normal folk.

Adolescent and stubborn too.
Pity you won’t let it go.
Pouring over every detail.
Desperate for an excuse to declare fail.

But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Just leave the past where it does lay.
Digging it up does nothing of use,
And it might just become a noose.
Tighten until all you do is choke.
All while punishing normal folk.

Adult in the vaguest definition.
Departed so we’re under suspicion.
What a strange way to exist.
Spending every moment miffed.

But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Just leave the past where it does lay.
Digging it up does nothing of use,
And it might just become a noose.
Tighten until all you do is choke.
All while punishing normal folk.

Is that a legacy worth giving?
Think you should do some thinking.
Yet I know you won’t even try.
Too busy attempting to stem supply.

If it’s too fatal and flawed,
Why are you even bothered?
Maybe it’s cause your words are a lie.
Saddened by this but goodbye.

Excuses just to play with lives.
In my opinion it is quite contrived.
Another story with no proof.
Starting to think this is a spoof.
Manufactured outrage for some glory.
OK, fair enough continue you’re allegory.

Just don’t come up to us,
When you are falling at the rush.
See your halls fill up with souls.
Once everything is out of control.

Spout some words to reach a plain.
All while breeding what you should contain.
Politics with peoples health.
Such things should be on a shelf.
But hey that is up to you.
Ignore the experts if you want to.

Just don’t come up to us,
When you are falling at the rush.
See your halls fill up with souls.
Once everything is out of control.

Then what will you do when you’re all infected?
This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t neglected.
Based your statements on pure jealousy.
How brainless and careless could you be?
On a scale of one to fifty.
I’d say you’re at a hundred truly.
So shortsighted and pathetic.
Obvious that it’s a staged rhetoric.
All because you feel grieved.
Pull your heads out the sand bank then it might be eased.

Just don’t come up to us,
When you are falling at the rush.
See your halls fill up with souls.
Once everything is so far out of control.