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Trust the System

footsteps aimlessly
walking on their trails
beaten down and broken
shiny as the rails
the rails of the train
over used and rusted
crumbling ignored
the system that you trusted
the silence of conformity
the quiet crying song
of people lost in apathy
monotony so long
the old man remembered
the booming days of old
and tried to warn the youngster
with stories he had told
the young man in the t shirt
can hear no warning cries
television cataracts
covering his eyes
commoners injected
with complacent misdemeanors
fed intravenously
from mass media feeders
the heretics will scream
with no one to hear their call
the working slaves will perish
society will fall
in the pulpit yelling
mystifying lies
sweating like a demon
with fire in his eyes
passing round a dish
to collect the workers' wage
saving souls ain't easy
so he sets a stage
profiting from fear
preparing them for death
comfort is a business
says his liquor breath
on the front row fanning
the woman says amen
waiting for the bell
so she can live in sin
forgiveness is a blessing
that god will give to few
surely she'll be one
when her life is through
the child in the classroom
with the curious mind
will be beaten and conditioned
until she too is blind 
"trust in the system"
is the motto that they teach
"question nothing,
so higher you can reach"
the land of the free
the home of the brave
only for those of us
content with being slaves
some will stand on street corners
holding big white signs
telling of injustice
held beneath our sights
but those who throw the bombs
which burn society down
those will be the shakers
for true freedom to be found
but the sheep still continue
to justify their life
ignoring others torment
blind to their strife
perpetuating failure
selling bankers souls
to keep on consuming
to get the best remote control
to build themselves a shield
what kind of life is this
numbness is a virtue
and ignorance is bliss

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The Circle of Life

A predator among us.
A villian in our midst.
An entity of evil,
Clouding up our wits.
Preying on the innocent.
Devouring the strong.
A sycophant immortal.
Unbound by right and wrong.
White wool adorning
The curves of their form.
Cloven hooves dragging
on the ground with the worms.
No hoofprints behind them.
just the four toed paws
dotted at the tips
by their long and angry claws.
Nature is a cruel being.
Creating monsters in her storms.
No one understands
And everyone is torn.
The prey will always villify
those who are higher than they
on the food chains bottom
the sheep will always stay.
The wolves are meant to feed
without remourse consume
The psyches of the weak
to bring them to their doom.
The sheep will bleat and bellow
in fear of those wolves
And try to justify their blindness
by stamping hard their hooves.
Hiding in the herd,
the prey upon their back
the predators facade
turns their wool to black.
Such is natures way.
No one is at fault.
The circle of life.
The predators of thought.
For who can blame the hungry beast
for eating to survive
When you people create such feasts
And tantalize our eyes.
We can not feel guilty
for gaining our sustenance.
consider this my fealty
for i shall not repent.

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Those Who Pray

And those who prayed for the lightning to 
show them the way, 
were then struck by it and burst into 
flames. 
And when the winds rose they blew their 
ashes away. 
One by one, and day by day.

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The Beast and Me

There's fire in my lungs.
smoke flows through my veins.
I feed the beast my soul
to gain euphoric pain.
I serve he who lives in me.
The monster in my mind.
The creature so abusive,
at times can be so kind.
In my mental hell,
I sit beside his throne.
I tend to his desire,
so I don't have to be alone.
Here He is my god.
And I, in turn, am his.
A symbiotic worship,
sealed within a kiss.
Sulfuric fumes consume us,
as we dance into the ether.
The hands of god are ours.
Hes made me a believer.
My halo, so very worn.
His horns, so alluring.
Hand in hand we walk,
love and hate enduring.
His guidance lifts me higher
than any drug could try.
His chains hold me down.
bound wings can not fly.
Walking straight and tall,
crawling on my floor.
I am his moonlit goddess.
And his filthy whore.
I wont break his binds.
I wish not, to be free.
I can never escape him,
for this beast is me.

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Fire

consuming all
the fire burns
unaware
of how we yearn.....

waking up
my heads on fire
consumed with thoughts
my only desire
to understand
the world i see
to hold a hand
who understands me

A hand to hold
a hand to heal
im none too bold
i drown in fear

shaking fingers
convulsing mind
here i linger
trapped in my design

created this
with my own brain
simple bliss
kill the pain

numb the soul
lose the sight
lost my goal
yet i still fight

with all my strength
ill never yield
ill go the length
ill hold the shield

lost in the trees
a setting sun
will set on me
nowhere to run

i hold no glory
no famous tale
i wont be sorry
ill drive the nail

ill find you where
your body fell
your mind is near
but im in hell

lost to you
lost to them
found by me
im wearing thin

consuming all
here i burn
unaware
of how i yearn.

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Post Trauma

in the aftermath of global awakening
rotting limbs litter the barren landscape
festering corpses piled high as far as the eye could see.
the dying earth weeps tears of crimson
as the oceans turn from sapphire to ruby with the blood of a species of sin.
no man stands to walk upon her face once more
as the blinding light of truth has obliterated the entire population of forsaken fools.
cretins whom having their lives decided for them were unable to cope
when the empire they built their world around tumbled in upon itself.

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Chaos

caged birds muted with selfish thoughts of freedom
cats wtih eyes like metronomes burning their stare into faces
killers silencing their victims with hands like death
saints waiting patiently for a savior
and where am i?
im nowhere...
vanished into a universe where thoughts are free
away from the trapeze act of living
asleep for a thousand years in my own eternal peace
walking through a valley of controlled mayhem
street cars speeding by splashing
puddles on business men on sidewalks made of gold
screaming winds yell tragedies into crying childrens ears
mothers wrapping worthless arms around shaking blankets
the walls of homes crashing down exposing city lights to sleeping families
chaos.
the only peace ill ever know

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And the City Stained the Sky

Fire works couldn't compete with her.
even the brightest star hung her head in shame as her brilliance
went unnoticed over the fluorescent lies of the city lights.and broken by anonymity
the moon shone no more
even in daylight
the glitter from the tainted glass windows made the sun
nothing but a jealous glimmer in the over shadowed heavens
like a glass of red wine on pristine white carpet
the city stained the sky
luminescent against the night
iridescent against the day
she dazzled even closed eyes
and the city stained the sky

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Star Chaser

scattered amongst the constellations
lost in infinite contemplation
you cant reach me through simple prying
i cant hear you so stop trying
i see nothing but forever
you see whenever wherever
thru the telescope you see
me floating in eternity
past the clouds past the moon
past the sun of afternoon
a vacant stare upon my face
forever drifting in outer space

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A Green Inevitability

We spend our brief eternity grazing on fields of torment. Blindly ingesting sickly green fodder, full of empty calories and shallow perceptions. Our words hold no weight. The sounds we make to shape a thought in a mind malnourished. Meaningless.
Futility bears our existence to the sharpened blades of men too big to bleed. While piercing screams reach dead ears and anguish buries flesh deep under dark damp earth still moist from blood and rain. 
Children's limbs litter shopping malls while bombs carry silent nights. Spiritual healing at the end of an ak. The days fade away and we dance en masse to the tune of lunacy. Behind thinly veiled blue skies the fires rage and death awaits us all.