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Tear those children apart Make them build your wall Don’t mind those severed pieces Their blood will give you leverage After all they’re only animals to you Rampant bugs that you can crush And feel your power in your shoe… Continue Reading →


Dear Johnny, They say there are 5 stages to grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I have to say I’ve gone through all of those in the last 2 years after my awakening but not necessarily in this order…. Continue Reading →

Savage (demo)

  A fusion to break Pieces to mend When honor’s at stake The means to an end Instinct of survival When one understands That a mother’s touch Can be a murderous hand A father with a gun For his wife’s… Continue Reading →

The Bear

Dear Johnny, I was facing a bear. One has to admit that it’s a beautiful animal. You might be tempted to pet or cuddle it. After all, as soon as you’re born, you’re surrounded with stuffed animals which can give… Continue Reading →


Open the gates the tremble fades The ringing resounds sounds like crave Like the fatherless father that never knows how Build a home and a fire without burning the house Into the sons of the son the training remains Looking… Continue Reading →

Fear The Reaper

Last page of a book with no end When void takes over conscience Powerless waiting for the rapture Existence trivial moments we capture If life is sacred it’s can be ended With no tomorrow to dust faded Time is a… Continue Reading →


Dear Johnny, I was walking along the road when it dawned on me. Given I was taken as an infant, I grew up thinking the Traitor was a hero. A silent hero. Someone I thought was strong and fearless. Someone… Continue Reading →


There’s noise in the attic Like some kind of addict I’ve yet to move away from the phanthomatic Screams of panic Like Johnny before me The world though the eyes Of a home of crazy And children despised Yet the… Continue Reading →

Kind of free

Dear Johnny, They kept her in a dark room. I knew she wasn’t far since I could hear her scream and cry. She would sometimes whisper to me. There was a Traitor chained with us. We never realized it because he… Continue Reading →

Idle and burnt

Idle, I cannot move Choked by the weight on my lungs Watching as I unshackle my feet There world is burning I cannot get off Idle, I cannot move I cannot feel their warmth I want to cut my skin… Continue Reading →

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