ThrushNut

6 years ago

Born into lies Most of us zombified Histories written from The victors side An environment where We’re all a little sad And those who aren’t lonely Are psychopathically mad What is it to die If we haven’t yet Lived in life Do the dead Feel the pain From the cut Of a knife Or the broken heart Of a neglected part The piece of a hive The struggle to survive Or the need to protect A husband, a wife, A child or a mind Illuminate script Look the other way Adam Weishaupt’s fake Just an actor, same scene But different day They distract to cause an impact Then retract to make an impact Spread apart we’re not intact Granted they’re commanded It is us made stranded Lost in a choice between Two sides of the same Candid Eight truthful breaths A gift to those Who cast nets With threats of debts and regrets Then landing the once free hands Of a single grain from our many sands And thus the illusionists continue And their victory expands That’s why I’m pittin my revenge I’m spitting my visions to avenge In order to take back control Re-write the sacred scroll Until the fragmented learns the truth And the truth is we’ve always been whole So let’s face them Face to face Divulge what we know Present them to our case Order them to address Pop their malignant abscess The Worlds a stage The real writers backstage We unawares but we been out upstage Thus consenting our lives To the confines of humanities invisible cage Fuck It Im postulation for war Ill setting the stage Those vigilant among us Must engage with the justice rage As we righteously wage this Holy war I am ‘ The Peoples General ‘ A paradigmatic Sage Who’s with me The time is now Draw your swords Whilst the curtains down We march backstage We dethrone their crown Damn all them screen writers They always on the scene Weaving nightmares while we unawares Wreaking havoc they destroying our dreams To hell with them scene riders As they glide from play to play They got infinite acts The performance of acts by rats World theatre Elite Broadway Divides with stats Til all’s confused What’s me What’s you What’s night What’s day Confused we runnin for the hills Until we’re caputured Mind tortured then drilled With the will to self kill Self inflicted Genocidal Suicide The Fatality of a precious community unity Cast away from a nexus of immunity acuity The irretrievably adrift always finding disunity Their false perceptions cultivating animosity Giving rise to wayward hostility Soliciting violence, abuse and futility So presumably humanely They are lost and thus mutually Stupidly obtaining to fallacy Our belief in illusion Our taxation of self A subtle castration Leaves us divided We must invite Ourselves to Ourselves Avoiding inevitable damnation To scared to believe We are together in this A brethren’s kiss Cheek to cheek The summation of alienation A realised sedation Truths validation Of our eternal nature Individualistic and unique One Soul One Spirit One Nation We’re entitled to truancy To the unmitigated journey Throughout the many roads unknown To travel steadfast along a stable path To explore ourselves together, not alone Cause I’m forever Quittin the splittin No longer slitting Knitting our monophonic rigging To shift us To lift us To sync us Eventually the Universe She crowns us all For we are Kings and Queens Prone to the Thrown Ceremonies celebrate Together as we gravitate Towards a Heavenly mandate Finding bliss in a simple truth Origins of tasty fruit Are within the seed Not within the root Salvation isn’t something to mute The conversation has to start with you Silence provides us with clarification An understanding of a Devine translation Self adhesion, Universal relation