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