Nobody seems to care for
What cannot be Seen
But when I look into the Mirror,
I don’t only see Me and
It cannot be Clearer
that I am but a function of We.
No one can Decieve
Nor make me Believe
that my Mind is a Sieve
To make me Live as a Piece
of this Hideous machine
That turns it’s Insidious,
Vacant Engines
with it’s Darkly
Suicidal Intentions,
think not of those
Who Find others to Blame
but Seek the depraved
and Lose my own Name to
Leave the whole World
Decaying in Shame
and look up to the Stars
and Beyond the Tame
Cities broken Boondox
Terrestrial shattered
Civilized Paradox
The Things I See when the Lights go Out
Fascinatingly, Terrifying
It doesn’t matter, shut them Out
These ghosts in my Head
That I cannot get out
Titanic Mistakes which
I did make
and though my Life is Not empty
It’s still far from Full
Those who are Forgotten
my Soul still does Pull
closer ever to my Heart
Which is not One
But billions tied
To All who suffer and
All those who Cry
And When my Eyes are shut
I Still can see
The Victims right
In front of me
Those who are blind
and Narrow in Mind
never think to care
For whats Righteous or Fair
And if you’ve been to the bottom
Can you comprehend what’s on top?
Dark, red Blood on
a Long, cold Blade
and All of the Ghosts
Suddenly
Fade
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Down Desert Road,
Beneath hot scorching sun,
Dusty air fills rasping lungs
Eyes squinted against bright, bleached sand
In naked, ruined, forgotten land
Empty streets where Hope is vacant
and even forgiving God has forsaken
Where a child is hidden in a
Dark lightless basement
while white women sleep
In a plush white bed so sweet
When fires burn in godless streets
and Wild Men scream at a night with no stars
from bullet-ridden frames of skeletal cars
Murdering, raping, consuming
with Hearts unmoving
The remnants of a once proud people
now Broken and lost
to the Hideous costs
of greed and becoming Rapacious
once pious now Faithless,
In Hellish wastes
materialistic Visions of a white races
Still burning Hatreds
In Forgotten land
Where even now
In empty dream
A sinner screams
out to the Sky
for Punishment but receives none
But the Shit in his own Mind
then tell me who the Fuck really won?
When murderers fall to knees
and from bleeding Lips
come crying Pleas
and spilling Hallelujah
To the only thing they can still
Pretend they believe in
And Violently
Wretchedly
he slumps down to the dirt
In a tearless
Empty
Lifeless cry
and all the World
could not care
Why
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