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Heinous

Onwards with the excuses and the veil that they use To strangle the women they still love to abuse Benevolence the bars of their rusted cage Make them join their cult and live by their image A vision of life… Continue Reading →

Portraits

Images of memories that have never been Of a past reminiscent of a past akin Of a boy holding the hand of a man that ran Who built himself with pieces of dust and sand Who doesn’t know where to… Continue Reading →

President

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 →

Anger

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 →

Chaos

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 →

Fusion

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 →

Noise

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 →

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