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Is Your Humanity Enough

How could it have felt before?
Before the implosion of the void
Countless years ago
Though its message plagues tomorrow 

It brings a sense of solitude
Only felt by the criminally insane 
Disparity drives desperation
That seizes humanity, deranged 

Vultures stalking 
Helpless prey, crippled 
Bleeding through its chains
That is no human! - They chant

It is a child’s toy. they mock 
Foolish enough to believe in luck
Yet not enough to give flesh up
In this prison, four walls is just enough 

we linger down on the stone 
Waiting for grace to fall down upon us
Waiting for a soul to trust
All the while, we will never cease to rust.

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Humanity Reaps Our Own

Another day dawns for the innocent, 
woe to the ones who tremor in the sun 
Whose deeds are forgotten 
time goes on 

Leaving despair, with which you must bare 
Burdens greater than sin can stand for 
Greater than the ones we believed we cared for 
Greater than the rights that we must share, 

for though Jesus said to have spared man's soul 
Man said to have reaped what another sowed 

To have burnt his brother and dug a hole 
Where lives taken, are to be sowed 
Humanity now reaps our own.

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The World Is Our Romancer

Something unknown to you,
The catastrophe and the glue,
You bring eagerly to the table,
Cutting and hacking wildly,
Something unknown to you,

Sticking it all back together 
To make something new
Willingly, you let it stick to you, 
Believing your mere existence 
Holds everything
Unto death,
Though your promises start to taint the truth.

You watch yourself 
Peel it all away from you,
With eyes stone cold.
Any inkling of a flutter, 
Or sign of chemical intrusion; the muddle of neurons receptive to delusions, 
Or ominous ache,
Leaves you an infantile mess of euphoria and confusion.

Yet you transcend 
because you know 
The culprit, the sadist, that thing 
That’s always somehow missing, even when it envelops you
The infinite and all-encompassing glory and horror,

Of that thing, the juxtaposition of the infantile love of the living; 
The inevitability of death 
Is something unknown to you.

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Nature Bleeds

On our knees,
Hands clasped. Desperation breeds.
Running down our faces,
Are tears and sweat from toil
We belong to these lands,
Our roots born from our soil.

It is on this day we see,
The glory of our nature
Though it is decaying
Mixed with blood and greed
Might we soon see
We are part of the vision, 
Where humanity coexists, naturally.

You see it now, all shades of green,
Now blood red, fallen leaves
A wise old oak tree, with streams of sap
You hold your bloodied hand, against 
The rotting flesh of your ancestor
Lying next to your axe.

Our feet stand, not on earth
But our fellow species 
Weeping beneath us,
Washing the chaos away 
Cleansing its wounds.
Of the waste we consume.
No burial for the slain creatures 
In the wake of our polluted platoon. 

But hope is not beneath us
If humanity grew
Like the motherless spawn
We are sinking into.

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My Insides

My appreciation is fluctuating, 
Apprehension colours my face,
Crimson, with drops of dew
The morning greets me, once again.

Outside the window of my mind,
I see you, staring back at me
Just a lonesome tree,
Rooted with limbs, but no face to see.

I am me, you see
My thoughts are pure sodomy,
Designed to torment my insides
I can feel my gut rising.

I am me, you see
Is it not convincing? 
There is nothing I cannot be,
My open flesh decorates a hole, inside of me.

If you look closer, you can just see
The beast peering out, prying at me
That is me, you see
This is my reality.

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Natures Conquest

Breeding time,
Pursuing nature's conquest.
Hardwired 
Blood turns to wine
Desperate desire lies dormant in all, 
For life to prevail. 

Knowledge of our existence looms
Deep in our minds
Everything transpires 
Here lies humanities grace
Amid our mistakes.

Potential unbound 
Passion is a seed
A driving force
Behind man's nature 
Exists a lust for truth
It keeps us alive
It takes us to the moon.

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Destined For Disaster

Destined for disaster,
The new generation awaits 
Robbed of a fortunate fate.
The present time is tormenting you 
Keeping you wide awake.

Seeing inside your mind,
An imposter lurks
Behind your alter-ego,
Here you reside, 
Infantile, 
Preaching of impending destruction. 

When you open your eyes
You see the haste 
Fleeting figures pass
Consumed with consuming 
Placating pesky minds.
Beneath you, the land is dry.

When you close your eyes, you can smell 
the raging fire.
Sleeping in an ash bed
You look to the sky,
Now a reflection of the hell
In which you dine.

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An Unfortunate Reality

The world is a filter for the finest
Naturally divided,
Refined in detail,
To strike revenge,
To falter is to fail

Now the frail remains of our undoing are cremated
In his image
The universe implodes 
Only the finest will be saved,
The rich and the richer
Those who spill blood,
Not their own,

Those who reap what the poor have sown
The faces behind the Nations finest
Haunt the dead and dying.

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Mind the Dark Times

We know what it means,
to feel completely obscene
Alone in a crowd 
Faces fleeting,
Time slips, shadows creep nearer

Looking down at your hands
Limp and feeble 
Dirt from your hands,
Rubbed into your eyes 
Dying for another, eager to succumb
Never out of control, 
Just spinning.

Just another day, no real waste
I choose the pace, after all
Nothing can rob me
Of my mind-numbing lie
I believe me, don't you?


Blackness dawns 
Now the shadow looms
Not from the corner of your eye
But in the darkest corners of your mind.