Effort is energy, but not always progress
Movement is agitating, and often, we regress
Vibrations that phase in the ways the game plays
It is never obligated to bring about redress

Silence is golden, but not if we’re deaf
Listening is impossible if no tools are left
All the lies for which we prise the tympanic caul
Ripping out until the noise stops and we’re bereft

Anhedonia is not a form of peace
Falling to our death is not a release
A rictus they inflict us is not benedictus
We are naked and alone, but now without fleece

Hung by the Achilles, we’re shaved and then drained
For our lives and time, we are deceived and detained
Give up all you have is how we are trained
To support the parasitic idea they’ve ingrained

Silence is not consent
But it will not protect
When the dragons are hungry
And the pigs are erect

The parasite will never be satisfied
So it must be destroyed
Fire and steel and minds be deployed
Against the idea that meaning is to be employed.

Will the new growth be cancer
Will it nurture the body electric
Will the cocoon become a chrysalis
and we remain liquid psychometric

Non-Newtonian settled in a groove
Life not impacted enough to solidify
Dehydrate and crust over
evaporate and waiting to die

Vertebrates sell their bones
thinking change is in the air
when the time comes to make the change
Their spines are no longer there.

You’ve forgotten what you are
where you’ve been, how to live
you’ve sold the plot and cried of loss
and the soul you had to give

If god were real
and sober
and caring
She would have aborted you decades long past
your whining
your compromise
bread and circuses
That could have been something so vast

This is what we’ve become
This is our slow quietus
We gave up on looking outward
for walls and artifice

Mocked for accolades they did not request
the children of the house of Me
left on the hook for foolish ancestry
and a world that shouldn’t be

Beat down doors, demanding their retail slaves
screaming for service on the sides of open graves
One degree of separation from the murder committed
No tears for corpses, just the vanity the service saves

The brittle ones breaking at the first sign of stress
Never tested, never sacrificed, wasting prosperity given
Demand human sacrifice at the first sign of duress
Hedonistic the motivation and arrogance driven

Ashes lost in the dust of consumer hoarding stupidity
Ignorance an orgasmic bliss after years of torpidity
Not one action taken to protect those they demand serve
Screaming with the frustration of years of flaccidity

Bragging about how the apocalypse would let them rise
how they would survive against any surprise
a month of sitting in the comfort of air conditioning
shows that it is their own company they despise

Break away the little pieces
chip away all the lies
break through the shell of delusion
forcing open the eyes
the light of truth is blinding
the screaming is too real
the adult diapers start filling
hedonism is zeal

The brittle ones breaking at the first sign of stress
Never tested, never sacrificed, wasting prosperity given
Demand human sacrifice at the first sign of duress
Hedonistic the motivation and arrogance driven