What Lurks Beneath - 2016/05/15

Grasp your hands and circle round the ash,
Smoldering remains of those who did clash.
Raise your eyes and look for something more,
Pray God doesn't tell us your mum is a whore.
Nobody is safe, not from the rueful light,
Where power is in volume not who is right.

Quoting laws and rules is a pointless act,
As everybody is anonymous, that is a fact.
Dox fools and spay combatants with skill,
Nothing is past consideration for the kill.
Go home crying or better yet just bleed out,
The more public, the more it enhances clout.

Serious business is a facade pushed by cunts,
Self described policemen are the hungry runts.
Welcome to the world of the freed and cruel,
Where only a public sacrifice shall now rule.
Enjoy your new existence cowering in shame,
For notoriety is not a substitute for fame.


Atlas - 2016/05/10

Skewered, stabbed and broken he kneels.
In this the twilight of his existence,
Not one spectator feels what he feels.

All jeers and clamors reach a fever pitch.
The time of closing has finally come nigh,
Victory or defeat, who knows which is which?

With a final sigh he decides to let it fall.
From his grasp falls the object he cherishes,
Nobody here appears ready to take up the call.

Down it tumbles into the ever sparkling abyss.
The fanaticism of the crowd escalates to a riot,
This is not a burden that he shall ever miss.

What ever happened to those that always depend?
Sadly their fates are no longer a concern here,
When will another fool allow them to transcend?

Now they feast on those that elevate the rest.
Until nothing is left to gorge themselves on,
As total transubstantiation is always the best.