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My reply didn’t even answer your question

You were already running

At the ensuing uncertainty

Of the situation,

Desperately afraid of unfamiliar territory

 

Yet you talk about honesty

Like it’s the stuff life is made of…

Like it’s the stuff you’re made of

And it’s not even enough as it is, in your life.

 

All talk.

At least practice what you preach

 

You talk about honesty

But still want me

To tell you

What you want to hear

 

You talk about honesty

But you’re living a lie

And this lie has become your truth

So yourself you can soothe

While the TRUTH you are so afraid to confront

Remains in ambiguity

Much to your comfort

 

So how am I to be honest with you,

When you’re not even honest with yourself?

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democrazy

brainwash with moving portraits

appearing holier than thou

but actually foes pretending to be friends

wolves in sheep skin

Demons in angelic form

manipulating those in uniform

stop at nothing to have their way

Silencing others so they can have their say

malicious misinformation

deliberate disinformation

half truths and complete lies

looking good from far

far from looking good

using their power for their own sake

spitting fire and brimstone

leaving death and destruction in their wake

democracy with an iron fist

 

About Tomorrow…

Stop living in the past, its gone. Live in the present, that’s where life really happens. If you live for tomorrow, tomorrow will fuck you up. And the worst thing about it is that Tomorrow never comes….

CHEMOREI

Too many insinuations
Too many questions
Too many blank stares,
Not enough answers..

Kings were not amused
Having their authority put to the test
So they had to abuse
To put this matter to rest

Other subjects had to be kept in the dark
That wouldn’t be too much work
They were told and they believed,
Because they all wanted to live.

That was the jungle’s law
But it was to him unacceptable

He was determined to expose their flaws.
They offered him a place at the high table,
No, he would not be a character in this fable
He was getting closer to the truth
So they went to the phone booth
And sent a threat.
That would not stop him,
With his life he had made a bet.

What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
His significant other was worried
I need some time, just a little bit longer
But he was the prey and they the predators
A fact he had forgotten.
Drastic measures were taken,
They could not fail again

He took the truth to the other side,
Betrayed by a brother in arms
But it was necessary for their pride
And to protect the BRIDE
To have the thorn removed,
The consignment approved

RIP.

P.E.V.

Sitting in denial because of the contradiction

Flipping a coin to decide on the decision

Blood boiling in their brains,

Venomous wrath flowing in their veins

That intoxication spilling onto the nation

Blue boys summoned to carry out the mission

Disguised as the ordinary population

In the name of justice; intimidation and elimination

 

Wolves in sheep skin, Gentle turned aggressive

Scratched their backs and grants they received

That was more than enough incentive

Hired guns held by hired sons

The blood of the innocent shall blot out the sun

 

They put laughter in slaughter,

Turning the state into an abattoir

Please spare my daughter!

I’m sorry but this is part of my repertoire.

 

Untouchable unbeatable insensible insatiable

Creating, instigating, no debating, decapitating

They were denied what they believed was rightfully theirs

They weren’t the new heirs

The throne wasn’t theirs for the taking,

But the violence was theirs for the faking….