Sickness

I honestly hate being sick. Especially when there is no fever to at least hint me in the right direction. But I know it’s not just me. Other people at my office have the same symptoms; no fever, but nausea, diarrhea, dizziness, headache and fatigue. So I’m not alone at least.

It sucks. I have to sit a certain way to feel okay. Otherwise I must lie down.

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Sickness

Warm and slick
Choking, slimy blanket
Twisting, turning, waltzing in the haze
Gagging, groaning, moaning
Sleep and dreams, dark and soft
Virus, antibody
Falling in the depths

A Dream

Well, considering it is before work, I’d like to just sit right here and type for a moment.

Woke up from a dream where the world was inhabited by zombies and ninjas. And both were after me. Managed to kill one by stabbing him with his own darts. Trippy. On another note, I see after my blog last night, the alleged 9/11 ‘MASTERMIND’ is up for trial in New York today. A bit nonchalant if you’d ask me on the part of our wonderful CIA/FBI/NSA. Kinda pathetic we have to have 3 agencies that pretty much do the same thing. At least CCCP had it together. They just used the KGB to do all the dirty work. And the KGB did it right. As for current going-ons, I don’t really know. I’ve been out of the groove for the last few days, and honestly don’t know whats new in the world. Sometimes it feels good to not know. Other times it doesn’t.

My iPhone has become my best friend really. I’m constantly jacked into whats going on around me. And if I can’t/forget to, I get sick. Isn’t that internet addiction? Why yes, I do believe it is. But everyone doubts that it exists. Whatever. I know it exists. I experience it first hand all the time. The addiction of technology should be addressed also. It’s another I experience. Feeling the need to have the best and newest electronic gadget. When you get it, it’s like smoking a quarter bag of MJ. Addictive.

As for another thing that urks me about this government, is the fact that they feel like they need to dig fingers into every little thing. Kinda sad if you ask me. A supposedly ‘democratic’ nation is starting to become very North Korea-like. China already has more freedoms than we do at this point, and they are communist! And, to boot, their food is far better than ours. But that could be considered irrelevant. The thing that really gets me, is the fact that people blame the President. If you idiots actually knew how your own country worked, you’d realize that the people who really make things happen are those Congress men/women you choose to elect. Congress passes the laws you fucking retards. Not the President. He can pocket veto, but he can’t just outright make a law come into being. You voted the people in to do that for you. So suck it up. The supposed ‘Founding Fathers’ really screwed us when they wrote the Declaration of Independence and Bill of Rights. This country has decided to stick to them, considering it’s a sheet of paper written hundreds of years ago in an attempt to piss off England. Well it did that. And that was it’s purpose. It’s time for a revision. A re-write needs to occur. And honestly, sometime soon, a part of the US is going to wake up, and I do believe another civil war will break out. I do think it’s coming. People can’t stay in the dark forever. It’s impossible. I don’t await that day. It is never good for Brother to fight Brother.

That’s enough for my rantings today. It’s not that I hate the government. It’s just that I hate the people who run the government POORLY. And I could name a few.

Good day.

My Mind, and Ramblings

Honestly, I keep tossing around a few ideas for e-books. I feel like writing them, but my fingers can just be a bit too damn lazy. But that’s besides the point.

One is almost certainly a zombie-themed e-book. Considering I am constantly aware of the possibility of post-apocalyptic and quite obsessed, I would absolutely love creating a World War Z-ish style novel. My other is my other obsession: government oppression and tyranny.

At any rate. I figured I’d been away from my blog enough. I thought it’d be worthy to at least update with what I’ve been doing so far in my life. I have graduated high school. I am now a full-time employee for a third-party outsourcing telecommunications company that operates for a major American wireless provider. In other words, when you call Customer Service, I’m someone who answers. It’s not a bad job. Really it’s too easy. Pay isn’t that bad really either. Not much to live on, but when you don’t have many bills, it’s kinda hard to blow it all.

I’m still under drinking age. I do smoke. Cigarettes that is. A bit too much. My mother gets on to me about it occasionally. I plan on rising in the company. It’s easy enough to see it possibly becoming a career. Telecommunications is still a required and growing industry. No serious near future decrease. And with the issue of outsourcing, honestly, I’m still in the US, and I do speak fluent English (sometimes debatable). I’m becoming a hardcore Otaku. Me being jacked into the internet all the time has almost become an addiction. I still play Urban Dead. Poetry has taken a side-line for me. I don’t really have much inspiration these days. I am driven to express myself, however. Which is a good thing in these times of dwindling rights. I have registered to vote as an Independent. Perhaps the smartest move one can make these days. More likely than not, I’m on a watch list somewhere for something. Probably a suspected terrorist (LOL).

That’s another peeve of mine. It seems you can be marked a terrorist for just about anything these days. The fellow who shot up Fort Hood was a freaking Major and now he’s being accused of being a terrorist. Jesus Christ, you ignorant sheep. He was a MAJOR. Let me spell that out. M-A-J-O-R. That means he had more background checks run and constant observations than even those to be known terrorists. He was watched constantly. The military knew what he did, how he felt, and why he did it. Honestly, he had a damn good reason. Just because somebody is a Muslim doesn’t mean they are a freaking extremist. He was upset. He was pushed into a corner and ignored. He had every damn right to do what any cornered, military-trained person does when they flip. Shoot innocent people and cause general havoc. The manipulative and controlling media networks (who are owned by one political party or another) like to play off the fact he was a devout Muslim. When the Christian anti-abortionist blew up a fucking building, did people throw a fit cause he was Christian? Hell no. Honestly, people need to wake the hell up. It’s ridiculous how bent out of shape people are. When those two kids shot up a high school, they blamed music and then ultimately society. Now, cause someone who was being forced to do something that they have vocally and legally fought against, they are under the microscope because of his religious background. I honestly cannot wait till the day that any religion is persecuted. Then I will rub it in every practicing devout’s face that anything they do ‘out-of-the-norm’ will be targeted and picked-apart.

The English took America from the Indians in the name of exploration and expansion. The Americans took America away from the English in the name of freedom and independence. Who’s turn is it to take away something from this country? I hope to God something happens soon. Zombies, a meteor, something. It’d be nice for the American people to WAKE THE FUCK UP, and start actually doing something about their lives. Or for that matter, actually realize what is going on around them. It’s pathetic. At least the Middle Eastern’s have their shit together. They actually know their enemy. Americans jump at their own shadows, and think that any government that isn’t ‘democratic’ (which I hate to pop the bubble on that one, but America is far from democratic) is evil and needs to be stomped out. I root for the under dog. And if that makes me anti-American, then so be it. Till the day I die, I will be more of a patriot than those who wear suits, and sit in Congress all day claim to be. I’m actually a citizen that is aware and realizes whats about to happen. And when it does, I know I’ll be one of the first to go. But I won’t go down easy, of course. Such is life. They come at night in their black suits and hoods, heavily armed and silent. Taken, and erased. Sounds a lot like ‘1984′ for Christ’s sake. Sickening.

At any rate. My next idea is to write a political essay on the growing popularity of American dissension and turmoil. Ultimately, something that will soon be erased because it speaks out against how the government is run. I hope that one day 100 foot tall Indians come back from Mars and kick the shit out of us. I yearn for that day.

And as for those people who are so against Obama now… YOU VOTED HIM IN YOU DIPSHITS. SUCK IT UP AND DEAL WITH IT. /rant

I didn’t vote. And if I could have it would have been for Ron Paul. Cause he apparently is the only elected official that has a plan.

Good night.

Without A Cause

A man is but a man
Biological collection of cells, tissues, bones
Give a man a cause, however-
As it is said, ‘Ideas are bulletproof’
A man with a cause, ‘Invulnerable’-
Dulce Et Decorum Est

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I’ll be making a comeback.

First Short Story, and Poetry

Final Chapter

He had always been the hunter. His white Victorian face mask the nightmare of hundreds. A banging issues from down the hallway; a repetitive steady thumping of flesh on wood and metal. The mask tilts upwards. Contained in this red garbed mans hands are an ancient, yellowed tome with tiny, mechanical writing on the page. The book is almost to its end. Besides the rhythmic thumping issuing from the door leading to the hallway, the whisper of pages turning filled the silence. He is surrounded by oak book cases and a labyrinth of stacked books. Seemingly, this man has read each and every one. This building, once a public library is aging. The walls reek of mold and grime, the ceilings buckled from water damage and neglect. The room is illuminated from outside; the steady flickering blaze of the nearby mall. The radio in the corner, propped up on a desk built of books, is constantly buzzing with noise. “–Help! They are everywhere! The mall is overrun… We are making a stand in the hardware store! Anyone that can hear this, get the hell–”, the man in red has padded over to the radio and turned it off. The firelight flickers on the white mask, the ceiling windows basking the room in soft orange light. The white mask tips gently to the side, as if listening. Over the blaze of the mall, merely a few blocks away, moans, groans are heard from outside. The entrancing cacophony of thumping is still issuing from the mountain of furniture outside the doorway in the dark, dank hallway. The man in red turns, carefully wading through the maze of books that his own red gloved hands had built. A crash causes the masked man to pause, listening. The wooden desk from atop the pile had been shaken loose, shattering on the linoleum below. His almost finished book laying open on the ground, the man in red pauses. His white mask is level, facing the open doorway. His hands flexing at his sides, the leather of his gun belts creak as he slides his left foot slightly ahead of his right. More groans and thumping can be heard now. The mountain of the furniture is now only a hill. Dark shapes can be seen behind it. Rotten, broken fingers grab and pull at the barricades, carefully breaking them down. A cloud of pestilence and death chases the breeze from the now open entrance way. A leering jack-o-lantern face peers into the room that the masked man occupies. He draws, the cool slap of metal on leather is quickly overpowered by the explosive gunshots that light up the room, briefly illuminating the gathering horde of demons occupying the once sacred hallway. The face implodes, brains splattering the wall and congealed blood flecking the ceiling. Other faces are now appearing, each met with explosions and flashes of their own. Carefully, the man reloads his death-dealers, allowing the creatures to begin entering the room. A carefully expanding lake of congealed fluids and blood begin to pool around the doorway. It seemed that he spent hours reloading and blasting away at the endless stream of undead that choked his home. Finally, as if a switch had been flipped, or a faucet turned off, the stream stopped all at once. Surrounding the red clothed man is a ocean of black, red, and crimson fluids. A mass of bodies fill the doorway to the room, shattered and broken. Books and shelving lay scattered, blood covered and gore soaked around the room. The man in the white mask pauses, an audible sigh issuing from within. He slips his dealers of death back into their leathery crypts, the worn metal seeming to sigh on their own accord. The man wearing the red clothing, and white mask pauses. A smile appears on his lips, but the mask hides this. However, the mask does not hide what he says next.

“At least I am allowed to finish the final chapter. I say Thankee Sai. Long days and pleasant nights.”

He pauses, examining the damage he had wrought. He bends, picking up the book that he had been forced to stop reading by these rude creatures of the night. Carefully tucking the book within his red cloak, the white masked man turns and carefully pads past the pile of rotting corpses. His red leather boots now covered in red fluids better left to the imagination. He turns, now outside his library to turn and look into the night. Shapes dash, followed by many others. A grin appears once more, still hidden. He turns down the nearby alley, and disappears into the scream filled night.

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Life of Crime

A life of crime
Perhaps most bountiful, rewarding
Good die young, wicked grow old
Parable to live life by
Steal a wallet, rob a house
Jack a car, use a stolen credit card
Money is the goal, greed on the soul
Till your caught
All is then naught

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Life’s a Bitch

They say that life’s a bitch
And then you die
Alas the truth, who said was wise
The Sage of the Age
Birth is pain, life is pain, death too
Facts of life spoken true
Say Thankee Sai, then go die

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Rorschach

Rumored to be bold, a theif in the night
Bane of criminals; rapists, theifs, murderers all
He only sees black and white
Good versus evil occupies his life
A true Legend of Darkness

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Scars

Scars tell stories
Histories, biographys
They speak of abuse
Crimes of passion, agony
Of the blood spilled for a cause
My scars speak of accidents
They speak of suffering and ecstacy
Warmth of opiates and scalpels
Mistakes made, consequences followed

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Beside the Sea

Beside the sea, not where I want to be
Perhaps the mountains, where the air is clear
I’ve never understood the sun created by He
My skin is shallow, sallow, pale has significant reason to fear

Dreaming

Inspired by the dreams that people have while researching ‘dreaming’ in Psychology, I wrote this poem. Quite religious. I hope you enjoy it.
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Dream

I was God
The seas rose at my beckon
My blood fed the nations
Most holy, King, Lord

I raised armies, continents, mountains
Countries formed and died at my will
My breath was a gale
Torrents, tsunamis flooded from my eyes

I created life, nursed and raised
Human beings formed with my image
My hands created the stars, universes
Angels praised, honored most high

All that is over
I’ve finally awoken
A lowly parasite, blight on the Earth
My eyes open, the day begins, sun shines in
Once Great, Now Fallen
Forever trapped within a fleshy, weak corpse

Perhaps My Lifes Value

I’d like to explain the poems that I’m putting up. I feel that they deserve at least that, due to their particularity. The Jungle is a poem about Mankind, Good and Evil, and God versus the Devil. After reading it, you will realize my point: “No matter how much good tries, evil will prevail despite it all”. I enjoyed writing The Jungle, as it allowed me to delve deep inside my own mind and pull out the maniac within us all.

‘I’ll Do Anything’ is my favorite I’ve written lately. It is a poem about the all-encompassing love of a girl for a boy, and the devotion that she has for him. The Girl, kills her father, a man who sought to keep the Boy and Girl apart for some reason. I plan on revisiting this story later, perhaps as a short story, perhaps as more poetry. The characters that I started intrigue me: A strong, emotionally powerful Girl, and a weak, easily intimidated Boy. I believe they have a significant future in my poetical works. I have planned on writing some significantly dark, disturbing works and these are just the beginning. Everything until now has been political in some way. I’d like to mark the poetry after this as my “Darkness Period”. It is my debating on the true nature of human beings and the chaos, destruction, and evil contained within all.
Now for a real blog.

Lately I have been greatly affected by the things I’ve witnessed: death, life, creation and destruction. I have realized that it is all around us, at all times, everywhere. It is inescapable. The notion that death is even an example of ‘all things’ is laughable. My own accident causes me to feel a sense of invincibility, to not fear death. I have reached a point in life that many only reach on their death bed: a consignment to the future, contentedness with my eventual death, and the ability to understand the fact that all things die, myself included no matter how hard I attempt to prevent it. I have come to realize that no matter, be it religion, love, addiction, or material wealth, nothing can prevent the inevitable: that all things are born, live a short time (the blink of an eye in eternity), and then die. Thus is the cycle of life. Many find it difficult to grasp, an enigma meant to be explained by Christianity, Buddhism and the other various beliefs of mankind. All focus on the same thing: after Death, you are reborn (in some way). Whether or not I am ‘reborn’, I am content in the fact that my time here on Earth is incredibly short, that I will most likely have no significant impact on the World or Society, but I will leave a legacy. Be it only on friends and family, I will be remembered for being an unique, outspoken, intellectual, and highly philosophical being that managed to have an impact on their own short lives. If the only thing that is remembered of me for at least a generation is that I existed, then I will have accomplished what I have planned: to be remembered. It is what any human being truly wants, be they the most powerful civil rights activist, or most evil and twisted serial killer. I have realized the fact that humans are weak, frail creatures. Egotistical, narcissistic, greedy, hate-filled, and contemptuous. I have accepted that I am a beast, and animal only separated from those who crawl on their bellies or walk on four legs by my ability of thought and self-awareness. I can die happy, knowing that at least I will have done what the human virus was intended to do: exist.

To all those who read this, know that I am but a young man. A man on the verge of adulthood. I have experienced many things. Extremely good things, and horrendously wrong things. I have seen death, and witnessed the creation of life. I have had my fill of heartache, pain, depression, sadness, rejection, and indecision to satisfy that of another 5 people. However, at the same time I have had enough love, acceptance, joy, well-being, and completeness for me to feel at peace with all that has come to pass. I have found it in my soul to forgive those who had previously wronged me. I have found that while I may be weak, human in creation, I have the ability to feel true power. The power of peace. The peace that only comes with the realization that my time will eventually come. That I too will grow old and frail physically. The peace that is defined by the knowledge that I will die, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

I hope you are able to eventually become at peace with your own fate, and realize that not a single mortal being is able to change their fate.

Enjoy.

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The Jungle

The depths of a cool pool
-You say a soul?
-Nay, the mind of a psychopath
A visage of honor
Calm, cool, collected, considerate
-Wrong
-Hateful, bestial, instinctual, heathen
Warm moisture, drips, chirps of creatures
A tall canopy of society, values, morals
-Again wrong
-Cesspool of incest, murder, rape, robbery
-Psychopaths are human most base
-Epitome of perfection in corruption
Rustling of leaves, purity
Shush of breath, the sleeping beast within
Clinking of metal, approach of conquistadors
-Laughable, you know
-So wrong again, who listens to you?
-You look to faith as explanations
-Cocky bastard you, perhaps YOU need help
-My beast is released, your ignorant and dumb
The darkness, held at bay by light
A risen and fallen angel, insect versus bird
Shadow of night, the trees shake
-Damn right
-Glad you see it now
-Can’t keep me out forever
-It’s just me and you
-I’m inside your head
Welcome to the jungle
Where reason and chaos co-exist
-But I’m winning

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‘I’ll Do Anything’

Standing, grinning
She smiles and laughs
“What did you expect?”

He shakes his head
A frown, a single tear
“Compassion, perhaps love”

Stare down, tension is palatable
She adjusts her hand
The pistol is heavy, lead-like
He groans, grimaces in fear

Her smile
“You said you loved me”

His frown
“I do, always and forever”

Her finger twitches
“I need your love, and I’ll do anything”

A bang, flash
Warm, soft spray of blood, brain, bone fragments

He grimaces, She smiles
“The bitch deserved death”
Her heavy hand, his tears
“But he was your father”

She grins
“He kept us apart, and I said I’ll do anything”

A Long Time Overdue

These poems have been waiting to be uploaded. Apologies for not doing so sooner. Enjoy.

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A True Patriot

Define a true, full-blooded Patriot
Dying for one’s country?
To die for one’s country is to spit in the face of a true Patriot

Spying on one’s enemies?
Deception is a most high crime, persecution as a traitor is the only justice

What is Patriotism?
A Patriot, take example of these
The revolutionaries, persecuted
The liberals, mocked
The communists, murdered
A failing government, persecution of Patriots abound
False-sons born, weened on the tit of corruption, disease
Burn them, Cut them from the stalk
Solution suited only for weeds
Choking the garden watered with Patriot’s blood
Pesticide, sprayed on the conservatives, republicans, capitalists

Claiming ‘United States’, when ‘Divided States’
A true Patriot?
More common than thought
Right before one’s eyes

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About Justice

Are we not human
Equal, none above, below naught
Deciding the fate, ‘holier than thou’
Handing out death, judgment
A jury of hypocrites
If Equal, Decisions unjust
God is only Right, Just, True

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Father Marx

Hero, Leader of the Prols
The Red saint, angel
Liberator, Inspirator, Visionary

True Hero of the revolution
God Rest Him!

Capitalists nightmare, fear, terror most severe
God Rest Him!

Blood running Red, breathing equality and justice
Sweating, bleeding, forgotten youth praise his name
“Karl Marx! Our true father!”

Judging none, yet feared by most
The Red Scare, that Wisconsin troll
Misunderstood, yet earth shattering philosopher
Who claims him false, lies?
The eaters of money, the breeders of pestilence
Hundreds of years old, yet living in the hearts of millions
God Rest Him, Forever, Amen

New Additions

I tried a few old techniques for writing free-ve. One is taking a word and breaking it into lines, and then taking the entire ABC’s and writing lines to each letter. I also wrote a little ode to my Urban Dead group, the Philosophe Knights. I recently achieved the rank of Philosophe, the highest distinction within the group. I am now know as Lord GS. It is something I have worked at for a very long time, and is a great honor. I wrote a small free-ve to my character of the Black Reaper, it proved a fun piece to write. I even wrote a bit of religious poetry. Enjoy.

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The Philosophe Knights

Gods among men, few against the many
Tide breakers, Ignorance punished
Executioners of the weak-minded
Guiders of the Knowledgeable
Steadfast even in death, battle
Flashing swords of Truth
Garbed in the armor of Enlightenment
Masked in ebony, gold, ink, and gunpowder
The Philosophe Knights; Guardians of the Future

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Salvation

Hear! Hear!
Hark, the angels scream
Your name falls from pure lips
Stones off a cliff, tumble, shatter upon gold paved streets
Repentance, sins abound within your soul
Sexual immorality, murder, lies, robbery
Subterfuge, holding other Gods higher
The faceless God of Anonymous
Pray tell your end comes quick

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Communism

Commonly misunderstood, rejected
Open arms welcome all
Malicious lies spread, perpetuated
Manipulative politicians libel, slander
United few, educate crowds
Never accepted, welcomed venomously
Isolation commonplace, Brothers jailed
Speaking in debates, news rejected, ridiculed
Many gather, tears spill, hearts devoted

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The Gunslinger

Masked, cloaked shadow stalks streets
Swish of leather, glimpsed metal under black cloth
Guy Fawksian mask grinning, unholy piercing gaze
Leaping rooftops, rotten hands stretch
Crashing, shattering of glass
A sleeping rapist awakes, cold steel pressed to his forehead
“Please…”
“No. Your crimes have preceded you, punishment is death”
“But sir, I-”
A shot rings out, in a city of gun battles and groans
The grinning smile now blood spattered, dripping
Flurry of cloth, shattered frame rattles
The Black Reaper, the Lord Gunslinger, disappears into shadow

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The Communist Alphabet

Always working together for a cause
Bourgeoisie arrested, punished for crimes
Capitalism defeated, Communism victorious
Democracy crumbles, a true united Front is born
Equality is decided, the celebration shakes cities
Freedom achieved, the celebration shakes cities
Guardians of the Young, defenders of the Wise
Hate, fear, insecurity abolished forever
Ignorance replaced with Enlightenment, Knowledge
Justice equal, none above another
Killing futile, Brothers, Sisters stand united
Liberation breaks shackles of servitude
Masks removed, light exposes shadowed corners
Negativity changes to optimism, positivity
Oppression no longer, supporting All on shoulders
Proletarians cheer, celebrate eternal victory
Questioning democracy, capitalism, injustice, war
Red and yellow colors of equality, dedication, loyalty
Standing unburdened free from yokes of slavery
Together as one, equal in stature, distinctions
United together beneath a single flag
Violence and racism erased, unnecessary
Welcoming the freedom of justice, peace
Xenophobia eliminated, one country, cause, flag
Yearning for freedom, justice
Zealous for the cause

A New Collection

A few new ones I wrote today. Various themes. Enjoy.

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Political Chaos

The name given to revolutions
Puppet governments and states alike
A specter of shape, coherence, and light
The United States declare unfit
Politicians bought with blood
Our patriotism is lost to money
Bought soldiers march on towns, cities
Women, children fall to the steel blade of Democracy
Liberation! The holy USA!
When the fight is brought home
Terrorists and Islamic extremists declared
War on weapons of mass illusion destruction
A placed dictator has fallen from US Grace
The Pope Of America, the bastard Texan
His father pulls strings, guiding his hand
“Political Chaos”, Bringing democracy to the ignorant
The next feast needs finding

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The Murder of the Youth

Advertisements, knives into yielding flesh
Name brands, twisting the blades of flash
Technology, blade between the ribs, puncturing of organs
Popularity, blood spills from ragged cuts
Clothing, ripping of the skin, intestines spill
Cars, mashing, rupturing of liver, lungs, heart and soul

Corporations rule, the lifeblood of the Youth
Transfusion of flash, power, and money
Stitching with Hollister, Abercrombie, American Eagle

Cry out!
Rage against the murder of the Youth!
Do not fall prey to the numbing power of lies!

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Death

Sweet embrace
Open Thyself
Welcome Ender
Reaper caresses
Sexual release
Eternal peace
Rest now

Life

Crushing grasp
Difficulties abound
Horrible joke
Prolonged torture
Oppression concurrence
Hell incarnate
Pray Death

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Musings on News Networks

Corporations, new guiding lights
The television generation of sheep
Hanging on every generated word

Fox, CNN, MSNBC
Lies, the best of liars
Grinning executives, underhand bills
Politicians saved, lies perpetuated
Weapons of mass destruction, terrorist attacks
Smooth, sly manifestations of lies
Countries ignored
The wars in Africa?
The famines in Europe?
The riots in Asia?
Portfolios of politicians furthered
True news forgotten, distorted

Who to believe now?
Continue to absorb lies
Truth to your ears, fine
Open your eyes, news surrounds
Reject the corporate agendas of lies
Topple the black-lipped politicians
Reject the lying corporation of political agendas
Burn the towers of lies, black stoned, forbidding
Written in the blood of innocence
Legion are the blind sheep of generated news

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The Hand that Feeds

Respect has fallen, broken down
Uncle Sam has beaten, held down masses
Sheep herds of citizens wander, complacent

Feeding mindless television generations
Led onwards to cliffs of complacency and resignation
Slaughtered and blinded, unmoved and ignorant

Wait, a clearing forms, individuals scatter
Law and order crumble, reborn, a rising phoenix from ashes
A revolution! A red flag held high!
Hear! Rebel against these blind masters
The ancient, rotten hand of the Uncle, masked
Bite! Fight back Brothers!
The hand that holds, no longer feeds
Now we cut the hand from the body
Tip the head of the Uncle from the shoulders
The body rebels against the cancer of ignorance and deceit
Cancer spreading by Uncle in the blood

Legion are the enlightened anew
Uncle, the head retaliates, killing, blindly striking
Legion fights, blood has been spilled, stains
The hand no longer masked, breeder of pestilence and disease
The body rises, Legion as one
Red as the blood spilled in preservation, liberation is the red flag