Gnashing Jaws

I ran these channels.I bled these kings.All so I could start over again. Feed the daemon.Restart the machine.Birth from darkness that which could bring a new era unending. What is the future?Here lies our past.Siphoned to conscious.Lucid versions of a segregated cast! No place for freedom.End of all roads! God’s fought men and men killedContinue reading “Gnashing Jaws”

Corprification

Plug and play with these remnants of society.Trigger ready to be depressed into the skin.Fire off your hate so you can retcon everything.With bodies scattered all around.This landscape is another to add to your collection.Of ideologies bred for corprification.As sanity slides down into these synthetic pits.You brand the innocent vile heretics. Infiltrated senses with antidotesContinue reading “Corprification”

Upon My Soul

Arms wide open,Embracing entropy.Words left unspoken.Nothing of you still rests with me. Time split us apart.So many questions I never got to ask.And now…Each one is waying upon my soul.Spinning in circles.Gone is any form of control. Head bowed low.Accepting annihilation.Blind to the sadness.If only it had stayed that way. Time split us apart.So manyContinue reading “Upon My Soul”

March Of The Exhumed

March across land and sea.We are the exhumed,And we are free. Sick of dynasties built on treason.Now we are in an open hunting season.Searching out those who vilify peace.Making them understand they will face no relief.For all their travesties will be paid in kind.Cross this world and you will die on the line! March untilContinue reading “March Of The Exhumed”

Symptom & Disease

Line em up and let em go.Knock us around.For nothing is owed. State of being divided in our tomb.Wind around these corridors.Restart to renew.What came before may not come round again.Spitting out disbelief.Words unspoken. This is the omen yet to break. Old version in a new state.Confounding me.Battered I continue to crawl on broken knees.StrugglingContinue reading “Symptom & Disease”

Service Betrayed

Returning home from a distant shore.Everything once owned is no more.Feeling broken, depressed and seething.Sleeping rough all while grieving. Only possessions are about my person.These discharge papers mean nothing.Starving I beg for scraps on a corner.No one realises I fought for their future. Flashes of violence keep me awake.PTSD is what they call this state.ButContinue reading “Service Betrayed”