Month: March 2022

they don’t own any of my thoughts
everything I have known is mine
grown with love
my magical crop
my sacred flowers of mind

in case of an intrusion on my garden
the rising
the shining Sun of my intellect
overrides what they twisted around
shocked or disturbed

carefully reconstructs
Devine insights they decapitated with conspiracy of silence
resists compliance
after they violently contaminated the past of my race
with false memories
true crimes
they got away with

As I walk through my existence
I clearly see imitations behind faces
rivers to inconsequence
wasteland and swamp
like a maniac question manufactured toys of anti-nature
breathe deep through doubt
struggle upright when under pain of decay

mirror Moon
bloody Moon
your phantoms
won’t dwell in me
I am a life maker
and this collective trip
will put me to a better death
than at the last juncture
with your energies

what do you want from me?
I kill the best I can
isn’t getting out of town fun?
ruins ahead of tanks
corpses shrouded in mud grow into the likes of the ancient art form
it is so quiet now I can’t sleep
rest my face on a blade paid by the Snakes
and listen
for the choirs of the fallen church
down the memory lane
broken up images of mother’s love
from before the treasonous government stamped a bar code on my fate

no
no prayer can soothe the despair of a soldier
consciousness keeps laying to conscience
exit wounds burn through the bandage of innocence
orgy in blood
gets greater as boots get shiner
mouths louder
on millions of stolen souls
who wants to be the king of the killing machines?
stupid little man
that place has been taken for ages
you are just criminal dirt
on the surface of carefully calculated
big-data murder

heroes
fanatics who bleed for demons
for nothing precious but stinking death
the wise ones are already stranded and spent
biting dust
Earth shed its skin
for the prison of the promised land
promised to traitors
cancer
scum 

when you look up at the blue sky
do you even see the pigs
with golden rings and stars
flying over graves
laughing
drunk conspiracy
to commit genocide
Lucifer
programmed this world in a language I speak
but if you are thinking
every word hurts like giving birth
to one-eyed freak
with an obsessive-compulsive disorder
you
my man