Cut The Tithe

Sounds of the world allowed to permeate.If you listen long you’ll see no reason to hate.For this world is beauty in forms aplenty. Sights of the universe will always astound.And to think all we have done is make them found.Yet the true scope of possibilities have no boundaries. Watch and listen, learn and love.From theseContinue reading “Cut The Tithe”

Parasite And Entropy

Not sure what will come next.Feeling like I’ve been hexed.Brain in fog, feels like a soup.Maybe I’m falling off my loop. Down inside you’ll find the village of mercy.Incorrectly named cause no one there has any.Too busy starting fires or vying for control.Its why I steer clear of all this maniacal.For time is shorter thanContinue reading “Parasite And Entropy”

Give Us Pause

Drained by the drama.Cut down from the greed.Tired of the torment.None of it do I needAlone in this I am not,Of which I am aware.Universe give us pause,Before all we know is despair. Fashioned from fever.Lambasted by the tide.Weakened under forces,None of which I can hide.Sad state of defeat,Now leave me alone.Can’t take all theContinue reading “Give Us Pause”

Butchering Bastard

Skies turned dark with shrapnel rain.Bullets, smoke and fire are all they contain.Sorry state of another repeat.Reignited the cycle while dogma continues to bleat.Weakened state of insecurity.Everyone has failed except those suffering the brutality.Where is our evolution and progress now? Watch the bodies fill the streets.Buried under rubble that is stone and concrete.Twisted shell ofContinue reading “Butchering Bastard”

Be My

I could be your:Hero in time.Guy with a line.Maker of the madness.Filtering the sadness.Addiction in your veins.Driving you insane.So what do you say?Come and be my heroin. Sat between death and divination.Will there be a salutation?Enquiry into the premature.Getting ready for: Hero in time.Guy with a line.Maker of the madness.He who filters sadness.Addiction in yourContinue reading “Be My”

Putrid Sack

Bastards, barons, butchers all.I don’t want this mindless war.Victims bodies line the streets.Not how these times should be.Forgotten stories of past atrocities.Justification is not an excuse to breathe.Lives are precious and unique.End your madness, do it quick. Putrid sack of aging skin.Everything you touch is decaying.Warped reality exists in your mind.Before too long you’ll beContinue reading “Putrid Sack”

Foretold

Swinging blade of the foretold sin.No longer should we claim to be the victim.Silence pervades but refuses to bolster.Final hours are a rollercoaster.Hungry for change but unwilling to sever ties.It’s why each night I wake to the sound of cries. Scale the battlements.Posessive establishment.War torn and battle scarred.Bleed out the disregard. Seething souls sat forContinue reading “Foretold”