Gospel

Righteous men fall from thrones

To their knees at the feet of sinners

Only when the water reaches through

Can life surpass the damn of faith

Exterior(Lies)

Mask the monster in your heart

Convince the world of your illusion

Find serenity in this wicked lie

Inside the beast is a weak child

Ghosts

Don't be blinded by the moonlight

Everything under the sun has a shadow

Still we flap our arms to take flight

Only ghosts can walk through walls

Ancient beings encased in stone

Words diminish into ghastly fog

Rain washes the footprints of man

In the end of it all we never existed

Poets

Poets

Going the way of the sword

Extinguished by the march of time

Still some are called to rise

Words

Manipulated by new generations

Where convenience is all that matters

Punctuation and art have long since desolved

Brother

When the brakes give out from underneath,

And the one who has carried you all this time is exhausted.

Picture frames relinquish the nails suspending them on walls.

All I ask is this.

Brother, do not shatter when you fall.

When the crops are under famine after years of dependence,

And even the sun hides itself behind the clouds.

Those who've fed you are starving.

All I ask is this,

Brother, do not shatter when you fall.

And when your heart is in need of rescue and peace,

Everyone is gone and there is solitude.

The world falls down through space freezing like glass.

All I ask is this,

Brother, do not shatter when you fall.

Useless

Pouring sugar on this polluted wasteland

The sunlight reaches into the holes of the mask

False hope to accomplish impossible tasks

This unflinching wheel ignores the dirt underneath 

Debate until their lungs are like raisins

Rocky shores await those on the cliffs edge

Hearts cry out in eternal exhaustion

Drowning with unperceivable rescue 

Wave

I am but a solemn wave,

on my long venture to the sand.

In this ocean I was erected.

When I reach the beach I’ll fade.

I am but a silent wave,

spectating gulls in search of food.

I leave no mark as I pass underneath,

unnoticed from entrance onward.

I am but a satisfied wave,

as I glimpse upon the shore.

Nothing accomplished on the journey.

In the end I didn’t exist at all. 

Utopia

Until the last grain of sand has arrived on the bottom,

Until the sky is devoured whole by the mouth of "progress",

Until the King falls to the earth at the knees of the peasant,

Until the stars in the heavens are eternally extinguished,

There will be no Utopia

Behind The Mask

A land of freedom and liberty,

That's the mask on the monster.

Trade your time for coin and drink!

Work to eat and eat to live,

But why do we live?

Weak bones rattle in the jungle.

Insect death and immune system failure.

The lead produced by freedom,

Finds refuge in the young boys neck!

Are we a land of ignorance?

Gentle doves turn to blind vultures,

A transformation of the soul.

When the victims stands on the edge,

The heart rots to black nothingness!

Feel the killers pulse.

Hikikomori

His heart beats once daily
Finding comfort is isolation
A river of life used to flow here
Now this place is barren

Denying offered hands
Hatred consuming his heart
Escape is unforeseeable
The grave is all but filled