Superstition

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. OneContinue reading “Superstition”

Espouse

Spout the violence all you want is more.To the table what you bring is war.See the embers you snuff them out.Hate filled statements are all you spout.Fixed agendas that you keep out of view.All you’re doing in fuelling the spew! Replace free speech.Disregard each piece.If they are not with you,You cry slanderous statements to… WhipContinue reading “Espouse”

Cut The Labels

Stop trying to make out that group one is better than two.Every side is human so we are all guilty too. Lying won’t change the facts that we are a species of death.Locusts and plagues have nothing on us.Collectively use all that we can touch.No thought in our heads for if it’s too much.The answerContinue reading “Cut The Labels”

Present Descent

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.Continue reading “Present Descent”

Illusion Throne

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 illusionContinue reading “Illusion Throne”

Split The Bones

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 youContinue reading “Split The Bones”