Manufactured Divinity

Your god has been power crept.For far too long he has slept.Fallen out of the daily routine.No longer is your manmade grip supreme.After having been dreamt up by you in power.Your growing irrelevance has turned you sour.Before long you ‘elites’ will have been relegated.I know that is something for which you hold much hatred.But manipulationContinue reading “Manufactured Divinity”

What Some Fear Most

What scares you more than you can say?Your reflection staring oh so blankly.Those eyes glazed over as if they’re dead.Or some feeling as it comes creeping in.Whatever it is i know it sends you cold.Shiver running up and down your spine.A cackle that unsettles your mind.Makes your head snap when you hear a sound.Real orContinue reading “What Some Fear Most”

Cosmic Embellishment

Stare at perfection but it cannot be refined.Corporeal in physicality that is seldom defined.Take with one fist while you bestow with a smile.Increase proficiency with the turn of a dial. Dance on gravestones that mark up new life.Watch heavens above for skies most aligned.Power flows through the worthy effortlessly.Nothing beyond this veil will ever ceaseContinue reading “Cosmic Embellishment”

Need To Bleed

Fuck all these corporations and their greed.If life has taught me one thing,Its that they need to bleed. Fist to the face will fix their arrogance.Cause blood on the concrete,Might finally give them pause. Sycophantic psycho hypocrites.Mouth goes flap but its all bullshit.Trying to appease without thought.Cannot see we’re all over… Every word they say.SickContinue reading “Need To Bleed”

Scum Trying To Be A Lamb

Perfect in the apocalypse.Too bad you are twisted.Ghosting friends to climb a ladder.Superiority complex is your focus. And you never learn.You had time to earn.Fashion something of your own making.Instead you are determined to do the taking.Siphon off what was never for you.Every word out your mouth is a lie. Riding high on your latestContinue reading “Scum Trying To Be A Lamb”

Rotten Through

We tell ourselves lies just to be the hero.If we don’t we might need to accept we’re zero.A problem that refuses to change.Grow to become something less vain.It would be bliss if we just could.Yet so far we’ve failed.Still running in circles like chickens with no heads.Keeping ourselves dosed up with plenty of meds.Denying thatContinue reading “Rotten Through”