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Look at this perfect puppets,
Their perfect masks,
Their perfect body,
Their perfect feelings,
Their perfect life,
Everything is broken!
Look at this broken puppets,
Their broken masks,
Their broken body,
Their broken feelings,
Their broken life,
Everything is perfect!
Like The (Insert Here)Like the BBC
That's not the news for me
Like the Catholic Church
Makes me want to search
Like Federal Government
No need to be hesitant
It is Crazy
Like the NRA
That is not okay
Like the IRS
Conservatives need a test?
Like the press tapping
Why is this happening?
Paranoia and hate
What is going down?
Public option is not there
Like polarization of Washington
Change was what we were hoping
Like the liberals
Why do you create walls?
Like the conservatives
Why do you lack objectives?
Like the American Dream
It isn't want it seems
I present you with a picture.I present you with a picture.
I want you to take a look.
It's two hands interlocked if you didn't know.
Two hands embracing each other.
Take a closer look.
Get in real close.
They are just two hands right?
Two hands among millions, billions even.
No one would look at this picture and say,
Maybe if the hands were coloured differently.
Someone would complain, some racist out there.
But I wouldn't and I know most others wouldn't either.
But that's a shame it's not everyone.
Lets zoom out shall we?
Take in the whole picture.
It's two men.
Or two women.
Do you still think 'it's okay'?
Honestly tell me.
Some would say it's
Blinded By FaithBlinded By Faith
At the dawn of man
He questioned his world
How did he come to be?
Mythology grew at a pace
Ritual becomes a method of control
Men of power use it to force their will
Blinded by faith
You justify the hate
Religion fuelling bloodshed
In a holy war
It’s God v God
But only man will lose
Huddled over scriptures
The holy man spreads the lies
In those sacred halls
Common sense fears to tread
People flock to hear the word
Leave your brain at the door
As science fills in the puzzle
Of how it all began
You fear you’ll lose your grip
When we have no need for God
So you brainwash your children
That to question faith is w
All die kleinen Tode...All die kleinen Tode, die wir sterben, für die es keine Gräber gibt.
Das Trauertragen abgeschafft.
Zelebrieren wir das Stanzen nach neuen Schablonen.
Einzigartigkeit als Makulatur.
für die Brennöfen der Drehbuchautoren einer feinen Welt.
Kaum, dass wir sehen lernen,
fressen sich alltagstaugliche Masken in unsere Gesichter
bis wir verschmelzen-
Wenn wir lange genug in den Spiegel starren glauben wir es sogar.
Wir brauchen keine Zukunftsvisionen
wir produzieren bereits Maschinen
Ich renne, denn ich bin ausrangiert
der letzte Trauergast
der Tränen kennt
Kuenstliches Komasie wachen niemals auf
das blockierte System vegetiert
in sich verschlossen
keine Anschläge auf Milliardäre
deren nahrungstoxische Fabriken
passive Zombies züchten
Klimakollaps und Betonwüsten
auf das Versprochene beten
wird diese Not entwerfen
weitere zweitausend Jahre vom Monde
eine Welt zu erpressen?
niemand will kämpfen
- bloß warnen -
ist das Massengrab der Blinden
die niemals heraus finden
die unter Obama ihre Lobby
im Senat verdoppeln
seht ihre Taten
und glaubt nicht bezahlten Worten
die Farben des Ozeans sind menschlich
WeltenspielerWer verstehen will muss sich das Menschsein einverleiben.
Ein Abendmahl auf sterbender Muttererde
Aus Schläuchen trinke ich euer Blut, gierig aus den Herzkammern wie Schatzkammern
Mit Zähnen reiße ich das Fleisch heraus
Und knabbere an morschen Knochen wie an DNA-Strängen
Und ihr glaubt ihr hättet euch domestiziert-
Ich bin das Tier
Und schön bin ich dann,
dass ich reihenweise Herzen breche und lache
dass ich an Herrscherpulten goldene Lügen auswerfe
dass ich die Erde mit Kapitalismus tränke
ich bin der Weltenspieler
Welcome HomeWelcome home
Breath laced with dust of sales,
Turn up the thermostat
We know it’s safe no matter what they say.
Those who digress: for money –
Our attack, defense –
It’s different, what we do –
Fix all we lack
with money, cash and power
or clear the way for others
Here we are and here we will remain
as the image fills the frame
Script and scene, to entertain –
lobotomized for scripted speech:
Honored, glamorized are each
Here we are, with poison speak
Starts to creak on axis.
Inside This IpodINSIDE THIS IPOD
INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC, MUSIC YOU THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHED, YOU MIGHT LIKE THIS MUSIC BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT
INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS PICTURES, PICTURES THAT ARE HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHING, YOU MIGHT REMEMBER THEM BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, YOU MIGHT LIKE THEM AND YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT
THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC AND PICTURES IT HAS GAMES AND INTERNET, BUT IT DOES NOT HAVE FEELINGS, IT DOES NOT CARE WHAT YOU WANT BUT IT WILL GET IT IF IT HAS IT, IT DOES NOT KNOW YOU OR WHA
Fellow WorkerRitual bloodletting
Suicide us all
For your failures, your mistakes
Will cost us all
Solidarity will save us
Only if you're brave enough
OppressorsWe tell you how to speak
We tell you how to walk
We tell you how to streak
We tell you how to talk
We want you to listen
We want you to think
You are free
To answer to we
You are special
But not nearly crucial
We don't want your respect
We demand it
We don't ask you to be perfect
We command it
Your choice is our will
Resist, and we kill.
The StageYour life is a play,
And you are the lead;
So don your mask
And let the show begin.
Don't forget your lines.
Follow the script.
There's no room for improvisation here.
Play your part well.
Don't let your mask slip.
Nobody cares who you are under there.
Lie through your teeth.
We all do it;
There's no one here you can trust.
When the curtains rise
We all hide,
Lest they see our true souls.
And the audience,
They will love us,
As long as we stick to our roles.
The world is the stage,
And your life tonight's amusement;
Son don your lies,
Hide your self deep within.
-consistent hope- as i mentor-consistent hope-
as i mentor my madness
i grow sick with a sadness
as i age I am lonely
praying for my only
to shine light in my shadows
piercing like arrows
an uninterrupted peace
brought forth from release
a new reason for motivation
a change in my station
its something to wait for
need only knock at my door
as i endure
i ponder my cure
i seek my next chapter
for the heart i may be the captor.
12:53 AMSitting at desk, lounging in the chair...
Semi sleepy, feeling... the flow of things. The rhythm of the white noise of the computer and its gears and parts whirring warmly...
The television as background noise in the living room... sounds like an old movie.
Leg feels like its falling asleep. I move it instinctively.
Overhead light is off. Lamp is on. Not bright yellow light- soft white light. Long lamp. Unusual shape. Dusty on top.
I glance around... memorabilia from childhood scattered about... statues of Batman, old cartoons, old major league baseball banner hanging on wall-- "Baseball Fever!", it says...
Face feeling scruffy. Ran out
ColorsAn evil empire
Bent on ruling all
The colors of the emblem
Have become mesmerizing
Swirling lines of black and white
They try to tire me
I can see them in front of me
In an empty dream
In a selfish, horrific vision
Was this what I wanted?
Was this what I fought for?
Only to fight against?
The World I Built From DarknesThe world I built from darkness
Isn't dark at all
It is a world of perfection
Where every mother is just a mother, every father just a father,
And every son and daughter is a great child
Where there is no fanaticism, hatred, greed, or whore mongering
Just peace, freedom, and true liberty
In the world I built from darkness, there is silence
But only when and where you want it
There is no confusion, only clarity
Emotions do not exist, but rather, rationality
The world I build from darkness, simply
Does not exist
A Free MindThey are scattered abroad
The lost ones
Free at last!
Free from bondage!
Free from labor!
Free from a meaningless existence!
Free from a world that used them!
Has anyone seen my pens?
I think they've escaped!
EnlightenmentSwirling light orbiting the pupils of my eyes
Blinding me almost to the point of aneurysm
Blinded from reality
Searching for fantasy
I found it, but it wasn't what I was looking for
Well, it was, just not what I was hoping for
Yes, I found clarity
It clearly showed me my path
And it lead exactly where I have been going all my life
I've been there before
MassiveSitting in the dimly lit den, I hear
The static of the television
And the rambling and muttering of a talk show host on the air
I hear that audience laughing at Conan O'Brien late at night
And the ranting of an old minister's broadcast
And I hear the click of the remote grasped firmly in my palm
And my heart thrashing about in my chest, as if to get get free from it's captor
And the forced words of a reporter crying tears in front of the camera
And the stern voice of a President, bearing a grim visage, saying that there is nothing to fear
Sitting in my den, I hear the sirens beckoning, and the gears of war slowly beginning to grind
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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