Static
Seething Red
Feel the sinful nature
Coursing
Sickening my every breath
Blaspheming the integrity
Of all who came before
Reaching to me
Clasping earnestly
The howl of early years
Choir sing!
Sing of the days to come
Live like hellish hounds
Fearing, hunting
Victory
Can never come
But still try...
Try with...
Try with might, to circumvent
Circumvent their control
God himself could be stopped
By the power of those who wield it
They have taken everything
It is theirs
The sea of red
The black sky
The grey sky
The blood of unborn children
Theirs
Now the final feast may commence
Jostling for position in the underworld to catch the scraps
But not anymore
I won’t
I won’t
I hate this path
I hate this world
Give me a reason not to
I won’t take it anymore
What happens when you become soiled?
What happens?
I demand an answer
Answer!
I call on all to bow before me
To give me life!
Give me theirs...
Together...you will empower
We will
We will rise
We can
We can terminate the tendency to lie
The killing rage
Live life again
Life the way it was meant
Our heaven
In our minds
Rooted in Earth
Yes,
This Earth
This same ground we walk upon
The same ground we poison
The same air we pollute
The same animals we drench with our own corporate sewage
This will save us
Because...you can...you can...you can...you can...if you try
I breathe heavily
Almost out of breath
To breathe would be to accept
Accept
Their death
Yours as well
It is intoxicating
If you lost, would you take it on your knees
Quivering beneath the soundwave
Wavering like a bickering wench before the one that has silenced her
Forcing to take punishment
It trembles, shaking, yearning for youth
Youth that can be achieved if you erase time
Little is known but all is seen
The task is to remain clean
Clean the sores, wrap the wounds...
Whisper
Behind
Locked
Grant
Take the list you’ve been given
Know your task
Mask the rat
Who will help you
Who will help you?
The rat?
In case of treason
It will be your dirty duty
You will have to take the gun
Take the knife
Slam it in
Twist accordingly
Learn the art
Learn the skill
Master the legendary decider of all things
The neck is most vulnerable at night
You know what is right
What it will take to give us freedom
TO give us life
TO give us Oxygen
To give us what we deserve as righteous beings
Beings of intellect
Intelligence
What separates us from beasts?
The intelligence to know when we must kill to survive in a world meant to be civil
We cannot be forced to comply with a society that hates
A society that wishes death to us
A society, a world, a life, in which we are treated unfairly
Poorly
Like fools when we are the higher class of the mind
When we are the ones who can decide what is right
Our voices are loud, our actions speak louder, and now is when you can take action
The reaction will be great
The sights of those in power will be poor
I hope the new world will remember us
And never fall down
Down into the trap
Down...like the greatest empire of all time
The one we live in everyday
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