Prided-Wrath

     The silence takes on a weary aspect of oppression, and the gloom of the wan silvery light of an overcast sky only deepens my nostalgic melancholy.        The room that I call mine, cluttered, out of order and out of sync.  Or maybe it is synchronized, but not the random assortment of beer cans and toppled broom sticks, and dirty clothes in the corner covering the basket which is supposed to hold them- no, these things are definitely not assorted in any kind of pattern or arranged with any amount of thought, just random chaos- maybe this mess has become attuned to the life that I now lead, an even grander architecture overlapping the th

There’s an emptiness, a hollow spot that’s growing inside of me. And shallow perceptions invested in hate Deflowering all that I see. I want nothing more than to forget all of these things I hate so, and when the time to fly finally arrives I won’t be afraid to let go. I hate nothing more than feeling a coward; empowering myself to be strong. And when the loneliness finally sinks I know in the end you’ll be gone. Vicissitudes that carry me through the never ending spiral of life. And when the emptiness beckons for you garner strength from the shade of your strife.

Once, a great nation was born petrified like wood The hope and loss in their eyes They seem so forlorn Only cowards greet my warrior’s eyes As I look down on them And I realize I’m one of the last Of a dying men This dying breed, the patriot Does what he thinks is right I’m not sorry, for anything I have no reason to be contrite Unforgiving patriot My loyalty is to my land Though that lands exists no more It’s fallen to coward men This land exists in the tale of my kin The ones in the Civil War For a time when people did what they could Had something worth fighting for For all of our decadence Its lost

Time is losing meaning Time loses embrace I am ever careening Into the end of days Time slips through my hand I watch the hours pass Errant grains of sand The years that never last Good times that I’ve had Gripped in memory Times I cant get back Lost opportunities All my favorite friends Slipping further away Brothers ‘til the end We would used to say But those times have gone and past And in solitude they stay Now I can only look back At them in a memory I long for missed moments The days when all was new My mind is in a torrent Thinking of what I can never do In those days, when time slips by And every day

You’ll find you like the violence In unerring silence Capitulate And then you hate Behavior is a science Corrupted flesh Necrosis begins to set Retard the senses As the pain causes you to wretch Needle pinpricks No appendix Who my friend is This Is the science of your violence Clear your head Then your dead Violent convulsing body Macabre scene No longer breathe Eyes dim and foggy Random twitch The lubricate Reverse the brutal science Cull the bitch Curb the steer The science of your violence

War is here, wash away your cheer And prepare for what is to come For battle hard, the enemy's near Take hold of your hallowed gun With the grip of your rifle Comes your only survival The enemy stifles death-cries Kill or be killed March upon hallowed hill And the words echo out Semper Fi