A Poem
I'm awash in a sea of delusion.
Drenched in a storm of confusion & rage
Everythings fake
Everythings staged
This false story falls like a hard plastic rain.
Like leaflets from planes
With the enemy’s sayings
Right before air bombs leave everythings slain
Right before napalm’s fiery blaze
And Plutonium’s gamma-type a-tomic rays.
Everyone says
What needs to be said
To comfort the masses
And bury the dead.
Keep calm, stay strong
Drop bombs, carry on
These days, these songs
Just sing, “So long”
Front page, tells lies
This play, melt minds
I see, that bird
That dies, in mines
And I…
Stand aside…
And watch the blaze from a distance.
As I…
Stand by…
Forewarned by God of the instance
Like Lot forced to flee from the place he called home
Destroyed by the powers of mighty brimstone
Edith, oh Edith, it wasn't your fault.
But why did you turn?
To a Pillar of Salt
The one thing that won't burn. That thing that won't burn.
Ashes to ashes, will we ever learn?
Flee from Judea?
It's all that I've known
To save this damned city I can't find a soul
For the sake of the nail
The battle was lost
In search of the needle
The haystack accosts
These matrices hastily
Subvert your goals
To preserve what they offer
To moloch and ba’al
Like an Austrian’s vision of rivers of blood
Like the prophetic claims
of the Neiztchian tongue
The beast has a hunger that needs to be fed
From the flesh and the bones of the sacrificed dead
We might be inside of a cruel demons head
We might be the livestock the nightmare is fed
But if Ahab could strike out the Sun
Maybe I'll crack that old god's skull instead
And maybe we’ll wake from a dream gone to dread
Wow