OBSESSION!

It's OK to look as long as you pay

It's on the screen so it must be OK

They suck you in to reality

They make you watch, they make you pay!

To watch ourselves, our filthy culture

Entertain ourselves

VOYEUR!

You'd pay to make me sick

As long as you catch it all

OBSESSION!

It's OK to act desperate for fame

If they see you now they may catch your name

They'll draw you into reality

Then we'll watch this horrific display

Watching ourselves, filthy vultures

Entertain ourselves

VOYEUR!

The hateful heritage of our terrible traditions

Antiquated nonsense, an intolerable lack of vision

Welcome to the world feel free to join in any time

Leave behind the ludicrous lies and help progress the future of humankind

Cross communications lost in a war of static noise

The armies of our dystopia march to the beat of their own worthless wars

Moronic farces more alike than is comfortable to admit

Mirror images making the same mistakes and failing to move on

There is no future without awareness, history has a place

But it's not something to be worshipped, we can learn from past mistakes

Separationist mentality, a hateful reminder of our shameful pasts

Remove the bigoted bias and you'll find we're somewhere close to free at last

The disgraceful behaviour wrought on behalf of good intentions

Validating countless atrocities daily without intervention

The ones who claim the moral high ground usually turn their backs on truth

Blind until it serves their cause, only then will their tent poles begin to move

The wars were fought so long ago, the blood was spilt, the hatred won

But time it seems can heal old wounds and from scorched earth a seed was sewn

A ray of light, yet faithless, anew, no more wars to wage, just truth to pursue

A gift from no one and nowhere but one with a boundless worth

Such a vast wealth of knowledge waiting to be unearthed

Or buried deep should we choose to return to fictitious primal things

Forgoing reason for ancient fables and let the inevitable darkness back in

I don't know who you think you are

And I don't understand why you'd think

Even for a second that I would care

I don't understand why it's so hard to see

I hate the way you always glance at me

With such a vacant stare...

SUCH A VACANT STARE!

Is there nothing on your mind?

Nothing left in there for me to find?

Humans left you a step behind

Putting you down would be too kind

A bolt through your skull would be humane

Your every utterance is feigned

Nothing but a worthless wasted life of shame

I don't know who you think you are

And I don't understand why you think

Even for a second that I would care

I don't understand why it's so hard to see

I hate the way you always glance at me

With such a vacant stare...

THAT NEVER ENDING STARE!

Such drivel and despair

Just white noise

And your SHALLOW cares!

SHALLOW!!!

Beyond the veil, the foetid smog

There is a place I know you'd loathe

A place of love, a place of peace

A place I knew you'd spread your disease

And you have

You nourished the veil, the foetid smog

This wondrous place that you loathe

Blame it all upon our world, blame it all upon this Earth

Are you not brimming with disgust?

Blacken! Destroy! end it all!

Until there is nothing left...

Nothing...

Nothing but dust!!

It gave us life

And a chance to evolve

You poisoned us all

Problem solved!

The wrinkles deep upon your brow

The secrets kept upon your mouth

You'd give away the darkest truths

For a mere reaction to rebuke

Twist the knife whilst deep inside

Play the victim card one last time

The imitation game

Just another face

Another withered life

Gnarled and seething spite

The truth won't set you free

It left you long ago

A lifetime of deceit

Solidified your role:

The whisper on the wind

The nagging sense of dread

The wicked voice of the reasonless

The rage of words unsaid

I spy a filthy little magpie, caught it!

Dirty, thieving corvid, oh but

What is this you've hoarded?

Yes! You just can't resist

A hint of a glint and you covet it

Despite losing the game

I can see the greed but where's the shame?

Hey there, you're looking kinda flustered,  aren't you?

Red handed, sycophantic

Sociopathic, slippery fraudster

No sign of remorse, nor dignity

Beneath the plethora of serpent traits

On your yellow belly in the long grass

Already coiled to strike again

LOCUST! You are but a plague upon this land

The blight amongst the crop, and I am the pesticide

COCKROACH! I feel the need to lend a helping hand

The type of hand which giveth can likewise take your pathetic life

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Trust no one, pander to your paranoid mind

Don't think it through, fight or flight!

Walk alone, wander through the world ignorant

Don't understand logic, random acts of spite

Believing con-men over any shred of evidence

Sign it over to the blatantly brain-damaged

Delve deeper find the bottom of the endless pit

I don't want to hear another senseless word you spit!

You're blind to the facts and highly delusional

A foolish waste of breath, you're insufferable!

The world simply does not revolve around you

It's no great conspiracy that you're delusional!

Believe it all you want it doesn't make it true

A more ill-conceived notion has never been spewed

Paranoia nurtured, a malicious maniac

Who can't see the bigger picture, a worthless hack

Retort before you listen lest logic lead the way

Regurgitated venom, your elder's vile traits

Infested with their hatred, spreading like a plague

Next time take that drill bit and bore it deep into your brain

Delusions of grandeur grander than the stack of lies you lay upon

A self imposed bed of nails, your skewered back upon the rod

Can you feel the noose around your neck? Wholly hoisted by your own petard

The world is bigger than you and will relish in the event of your demise

WAR!

Conflict manifests in many a form

A violent wave raging throughout time

Forever merciless within the eye of the storm

Fuel for hatred to fool the maligned

Conflict persists despite progress

The hidden hand clenched behind the drapes

Fawning over fantasies of the oppressed

Decimated by eachother until we reach "checkmate"

WAR!

Conflict resists and will never break

Will never seek a different path to take

Macerating all who would stand in the way

Delighting on the oversaturated aftertaste

War bringer! Harbinger! What will be the price?

Must we play the game? Make the sacrifice?

Fighting fire with fire with all morality gone

Conflict loves misery and on and on and on...

How many fingers am I holding up?

Can you tell me how many once belonged to you?

If you're seeing double vision

The answer to both is more than two

But the real question is

How many will remain when I am through?

A trick question of course

I will never let you leave

You're now a fixture in this

Somewhat morbid torture artist gallery

So don't fear the reaper

Because you're stuck here with me

And my imagination is more grim

Than any fictional being!

But why are you here you ask

And struggling to speak

Could it be the stitches on your lips

Previously slit from cheek to cheek?

The missing tongue, some teeth and vocal chords

Now unnecessary parts

I've taken nothing vital yet

Be still your beating heart!

How much can you live without?

Will anything be missed?

Several limbs less later

We'll know your final predicament:

Choking on your vomit

So helplessly you gag

Whilst your eyes glisten like stars

Upon your crimson mask

How many others can you spot

In your peripheral view?

Do you spot a pattern yet?

Can it really be true?

Someone played the game far better

And caught such fickle prey

It's he who hunts the hunter

Who sits highest atop the food chain

Sorry, I see you're flagging

But please come back 'round soon

We're only just getting started

And there is so much left to do

Each chunk of meat carved

Is for the lives you wrecked

Each scorch mark upon your flesh

Part of your punishment!

Ah, what a pleasant sight

To see you still somewhat alive

And kicking like the others

Oh how my creativity thrives!

I fear I went artistically ballistic

With the switchblade strokes

Beneath your colour palette swab

I see a hint of exposed bone

But it's the fear in your eyes

That I connect with the most

The fear of it ending too soon, that is

Somewhat different, I know!

You're still choking on blood and vomit

Waterboarded by sick

Eyes still barely open

To let the horror in

Extremities slowly turning

A stomach churning shade of blue

Are you still hoping for a Saviour?

Nobody is coming for you!

There is no end in sight

I'll keep you very much alive

Strung up with the others

Thirteen devils in a line

All deserving of the most

Unimaginable pain

Living out your deepest nightmares

Over and over, again and again!

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The worst kind of mind is most active

Playing ignorant, denying any fault

"It's just the way I am!" it spews these views

Another thin ice lined case you've closed

But skating such lakes make break

Can you feel the heat beneath you rise?

How many "get out of jail free" cards

Do you think your Trojan Horse can provide?

'Round and 'round, the same old story

Which chamber will you spend today?

One or Two were claimed last night

And at least Three the past week you grazed

Are you becoming lazy? Or maybe it's ego?

Barely keeping your head above the water line

The numbers depleting so quickly for you

It appears you're running out of time

The more that you dispute it

The more obvious it becomes

And the only one that you're fooling

Is at your end of the gun

Never enough though, or so it seems

It must be a predatory instinct

Something primal to rival reason

As you scout out your next victim

Excuses, excuses, "Don't blame me!"

Indignant not innocent, excuses overused

These repeated acts. each more out of line

The walls are closing in around you

Not enough fingers to fill the holes

In your cover, tiptoe along the ledge

Justify your actions all you want

Under the surface you're still a filthy Lech!

CRAWLING! Skin is crawling!

PREDATOR! "It's just my nature!"

Nobody believes you

Because you're see-through and deceitful

And those whom you prey on

Are always seeking ways to

Escape from your disgraceful

Actions which pertain to

EVERYTHING you say and

EVERYTHING you do so

Do the world a favour

And empty Six into your face!

It is February 2017,

with too many mindless bodies

walking the face of the planet

and too many mindful bodies

without enough motivation

to do anything constructive with their lives

I despise these people

in a way I can not verbally express

my hatred for humanity

has reached an all time high

I believe I am a higher power

and a greater being

than our all too common society

Lately I have asked myself

should I concede defeat

and conform to our commercialist society

surely it would make my life

on this world easier to bear

but when i get near my lowest moments

I remember…

Why, I hate the world

and everything, that is inside

I remember why, that I despise

everything that is not I