I walk a world of shadows disguised as light.
where men smile and act on whatever they desire.
Where dead men walk through graveyards of the mind.
Where those who are your blood, spill your own to save their own.
I am a phantom witnessing the roiling seas of human filth.
Those who say,
blessed art thou" spit words of excement.
And call it "righteousness".
We pile the heads of the damned onto walls of paper
To show all who stands against the mob
It is not okay to be a Tory.
The planks of the sailing ship are rotten
and bleeding.
we re called it "culture".
But the smell of "human" decay.
It sickens me.
Every day is another slice into the body of
Human "civilization".
When will we finally sink below the waves
to fill the stomachs of those already chained?
When will the world finally be reduced to cinders?
Maybe then, we can rebuild?
Or maybe, we will cease to be.