III. Tales Of Blood & Our Monsters Abound

Tales of blood & our monsters aboundAnother generation of wasted from the huntPredator ideology, now just a carcassTheir potential’s talent left along the waterfront

Where Are Our Notions Of Excellence

Where are our notions of excellence Who was it who decided upon the benchmark I’m not concerned with the notches in your belt Nor the inferiority you felt after dark We need to find a solution within this realm To expel those who feed off society’s blues To exterminate the politicians & profiteers Our war,

Sheets & Reams Of The Nonsensical

Sheets & reams of the nonsensicalLiterary blood lost in the shadow of inkThe lifeforce of a simmering soulMarginal hearts writing love against the kitchen sinkLeaving behind the caricature of an artistContributions to society felt in these empty sheetsFingersmudges marking pages not so whiteStarkly exposed with revolutionary words in the streetsTraces of hereditary ideals eroding awayIgniting

Civil Disobedience

Civil disobedienceMarching against their sullen grainPublic executions of our citizensThe ones whom systematically resemble our pain Exhibitions of our worst character traitsThe trembling hands with transcribed bloodOutside of the panoramic eyeYet all the same, caught in the seismic flood A taciturn refusal to simply existCheck your feed for what revolutionaries sayBold proclamations & campaign slogansBut