Mark the beast

Mark the beast and the tailor
took her down-oh how they shamed her!
Dressed her in their agony
pain inflicted-
passions unclean
stripped her of all she was
colored her in rags just because
mark the beast and bury the man
strip down the evils just because you can
nobody saw when they took her
just one man but we take it further
cannot believe the evil is human
so mark the beast-name it and burn it.


Into the twilight

Walk with me in the darkness
through the trees and in the fog
walk with me under moonlight
notice all the stars that fall
leaving remnants of plastic
decorating blackest skies
walk with me into the fire
cold flame burns my soul alive
everything you can remember
you forget before the break
as the sun does show it surface
you will not escape this fate

In the smoke

forget to move
everything you do
you remove
the good,
the bad,
the ugly too
all of it
in full view
like a flower
the color calls
you watch yourself-
you do no wrong
turn the pages,
form the mobs
burn the bridges
now you move on

Collectively ill

We’ve chosen sides
we love divides
a generation’s worth
of self loathing and hurt
everybody’s just another victim
the game here is that no one
wants to fix them
everybody loves their bitter memories
we cling to a polarized history
and drown ourselves in sorrows
a cynical tomorrow-a future bathed in blood
and tragedy
everybody loves all the mayhem and fun
caused by unnecessary horror
we pretend it’s much worse than before
that even the good should abhor
but we’ve chosen sides
we love to divide
so the lies we believe just bring comfort
don’t want to wake up-just continue to sleep
the world is on fire but our beds are warm
we love choosing sides
and playing victims
because playing at life is entertaining
realizing you’re dying is just aging
and nobody likes wrinkles anyways

Dare to believe

When the truth walks in
no one believes it
like nobody needs it
like its just a lie
though it’s actions display
that the world is in clear view
as it clearly states
the truth is on its face
but still you look away
won’t believe that it is real
the facts counter how you feel
so the truth is not what it seems
only few truly know what it means
but that’s not the case,
no, it’s no mystery
sometimes the truth
is in the majority
it walks into the room
in full view
shouldn’t be shocking-it announced
it’s next move.

The time to process morning coffee

When do you say stop?
Do you hesitate
beyond the sweet spot-
too much sugar
or not enough?

How long before
you say when?
Do you expect
to be asked again
or do you just pray
you open your lips?
When you don’t-
how do you deal with this?

How long before you say
will you speak or
can you reap what you sow?
Who is responsible
when nobody moves
the evil stays the same
but you refuse to choose
the ultimate undoing
is in the past you can’t

Trail v Witch hunt

Everybody loves a witch hunt
helps get rid of all those feelings
every fear you have been feeding
it gives a body to those nightmares
all the darkness we do not dare
ever name it-cause we’re too scared
but then we hunt the witches
burn them down
point our fingers-no way out
tied to the cross
by just a word-titled, labeled
and now your burnt
everybody loves a witch hunt
it’s all catharsis
with no real fuss
of ever learning what the truth was
in the accusations read
it’s twenty years after-
now off with their heads!

Let me show you

Let me show you how it’s done
sit down quick we have begun
I don’t lecture I merely teach
preach the right way-you must believe
I won’t break down-not again.
You should prepare to read my lips
I am the one that you should dread.
Let me show you how to live
you will reap what you give.
Pretend to be a saint
but hold no truth
you will suffer, you will lose.