Change

Coming to terms with

How fucked the world is

Assures a trend.

Never give up hope for

Good. It is everywhere-

Everything.

 

In search of utopia, humanity

Strives for perfection, not harmony.

 

Feeding egos and wallets is

Only superficial and temporary. We need

Respect for humanity and our home.

 

The fate of our

Homes lies in the hands of

Everyone.

 

Be the change your

Eyes desire to see.

Seek greatness for you and your home.

The future is ours to make or break.

 

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The End of Days

Raise your hand to the sky

With liquid as red as life

Pulsing in the shattered glass.

 

Make a toast to the Gods

To bring you serenity

As you sacrifice your soul for pleasure.

 

Say goodbye to your lover

As the knife pierces your skin

And the blood flows eternally

Until the end of days.

A Generous Offer

A generous offer- but for who?

Is it for me, or is it for you?

“I’m sorry, I cannot go” should suffice

But what shall I saw when you ask me thrice?

You see, though we live side by side

You and I do not walk the same stride

I walk to my own self-satisfied beat

While you walk as you suck on your cult-like hive-minded teat

As you tell me why you’re right and I’m wrong

But it seems like you were wrong all along

Because you are not the rule-maker, decider or king

For maybe if you were, it might mean something

But since you’re not, when you speak, it is quiet

I don’t hear a thing, but keep talking- it’s a riot

To think that you’ll never truly know

What’s up above you or even down below

For there’s no room for your high-horse where I’m sure you’d like to be

And I’m sorry we won’t be in the same place for you to see

That the only “right” way is the one that’s truly your own

But maybe when I’m in Heaven, I’ll throw you a bone.