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It's been a while, but here are a few new ones.
Once a Statement, Now a Question (5/17/07)
A worldwide infection, an affliction without end
Highly evolved destruction, leaving wounds to never mend
Mouths shut, eyes closed, we all march in time
To the drummer of damnation, whose reasons meld our rhyme
I think therefore I am
Once a statement, now a question
A long look in the mirror
To a stagnant grey reflection
That gazes back in vacant shock
At what has met its gaze
A zombie droning on through life
In endless, self created haze
How long can we claim ignorance, while standing at the helm?
Guiding all our feeble kind into the gates of Hell
With barcodes on our foreheads and blinders on our eyes
Do not ask for mercy at the destination's rise
Claiming lack of knowledge cannot vidicate our sins
It's all another move within this game that no one wins
And justification is a joke, when all that's left to do is choke
We snatch defeat from victory, the mantra of humanity
I think therefore I am
Once a statement, now a question
A long look in the mirror
To a stagnant grey reflection
That gazes back in vacant shock
At what has met its gaze
A zombie droning on through life
In endless, self created haze
Beat the calloused drum of war
And close tomorrow's open door
A pop song blared into our ears
That everyone buys, but no one hears
To idle stand as nations crumble
Is mankind's greatest folly, fumble
Never to be rectified
Each statement held, a genocide
Indifferent, in turn inolerant
Indifferent, we fall as none
Indifferent, we stand terminal
Indifferent, we fall as one
We'll lie and stare at mushroomclouds until our dying day
Which I am sure, at this rate, cannot be too far away
Welcome to the world that we've dreamed of since our birth
A salted, broken promised land, blackened, scorched and burnt
We pray tomorrow never comes
We staned aligned, blind, deaf and dumb
We stand against insurmountable odds
We melancholic, neanderthal gods
We'll reap what we sew, what little we know
Our downfall is in the details
Where no one succeeds, and everyone bleeds
A people left only to fail
I think therefore I am
Once a statement, now a question
A long look in the mirror
To a stagnant grey reflection
That gazes back in vacant shock
At what has met its gaze
A zombie droning on through life
In endless, self created haze
Beat the calloused drum of war
And close tomorrow's open door
A pop song blared into our ears
That everyone buys but no one hears
To idle stand as nations crumble
Is mankind's greatest folly, fumble
Never to be rectified
Each breathe we take a genocide
Art of a Conquered People (2/19/07)
The words of the dissident, resonant, furious
The thought of a child, explorative, curious
The heart of a father that beats in the son
The treaty and handshake in place of the gun
Say goodbye to the age of reason
Welcome my friend, to the eon of treason
Where man has no soul, no brain and no heart
Where death is the closest we're coming to art
The screams of the tortured, music to our ears
The loss of our weapons, the worst of our fears
Gun to the head over warm in your bed
This is the place where the living are dead
All good we once had is now buried and gone
And only the worst of our fathers lives on
In the wake of the rise of the blind and the feeble
I live by the art of a conquered people
The last shreds of dignity, few and dissolving
The pieces of puzzles, now never revolving
The ages of angels of God and of grace
The age of ability to look in your own face
Lost in the maze that we call our today
I can't be the only one anymore
Lost in the grey that we call our lives
Never knowing what's in store
Say goodbye to the age of reason
Welcome my friend, to the eon of treason
Where man has no soul, no brain and no heart
Where death is the closest we're coming to art
The screams of the tortured, music to our ears
The loss of our weapons, the worst of our fears
Gun to the head over warm in your bed
This is the place where the living are dead
All good we once had is now buried and gone
And only the worst of our fathers lives on
In the wake of the rise of the blind and the feeble
I live by the art of a conquered people
Future Trance (5/9/07)
I plant a seed of discontent, within your pulsing mind
A question that will multiply until there's nothing left to find
I will play the puppeteer, though I'm not the only one
Your mind has many masters, be they divine or smoking gun
A slick haired, wide grinned man of the people
Puts his hand around your back and his finger in your wife
A businessman's handshake strips away all apprehension
To compliment the killer's grin, now taking your life
Now dance monkey, dance the dance
In the new age, new found puppet's stance
They've got your strings, so do beware
To mark your everys tep with care
Dance monkey, dance the dance
And give way to the future trance
Where all are one, raised for none
Comatose, half dead, and stunned
Who will lead our leaders to the gallows when revolution calls
If we lie, emassed in slaughter, caught in eternal stall
For their fate is too deserved, when the people finally wake
If not paralyzed, by their crippled lives, they'll stand and eat their cake!
Now dance monkey, dance the dance
In the new age, new found puppet's stance
They've got your strings, so do beware
To mark your everys tep with care
Dance monkey, dance the dance
And give way to the future trance
Where all are one, raised for none
Comatose, half dead, and stunned
A fair skinned, well aged, teflon politician
Has got his finger on the trigger and his head in the sand
In the wake of new deception comes a mushroomcloud dawn
Now witness the Apocalypse, conducted by one hand
One of many puppeteers, we're hanging in the balance
We swing without direction, going nowhere but to Hell
Fleshy masses at snail's pace, will there be no redemption?
When everyone that holds us lies, who can ever tell?
Thoughts?
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Stand your ground behind the times
And refuse to follow fashion
Write your poetry in anger
And then sing it with a passion
Painted faces in a circus
Images they brings to mind
When I read my Penny Dreadful
Filled with pictures of your kind
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Keep up the great work.
