1.
Violence an American Tradition
From the start
Lacking any real empathy
No longer connected
Gleaming from opposite ends
Friends turn into strangers
We ignore one another
Paranoia and hate destroys our love
Forgetting from where we came
With no one to blame
Things need to be
Better, why not?
Just particulars floating
In a universe so cold
The world rots away
The air reeks of rotting flesh
And burnt blood
Souls gone for eternity
When all we wanted was everything
We are left with nothing
Continue moving forward
Never look back
Stare into the eternal light
Let the clouds disappear into darkness
Let the grittiness that rests on your shoulders go
2.
My people wander this brain-dead economy of nothing,
and lie awake in the deep dark hour thinking of their own death
while debt buries their souls and demons lean on them.
Money has polluted the house of the human mind, conjuring lavish illusions
of the American dream into the shiftless minds who lack dignity.
Miserable smiles graduating college, trembling in the abandoned streets
and burning their hearts only to be let down by the Doom Enlightenment era.
My people are disconnected between what they know and don’t know,
false prophets, make them suffer the sin of omission.
What will my people become? Once they find themselves in an Interstellar Arc traveling
the cosmos looking for new life all the while acknowledging their common bond
and contemplating their humble beginnings and uniting once and for all.
The universe is I, and the universe is you, and you are the universe, and it will always be with you, and
I will always be with you.
3.
Time moves fast
People have to change
Breaking down the walls
Of the burning city
To study the memories
Of a distant past
Thoughts stuck in a black hole vault
The stars light the night sky
And we have just
Opened our eyes
In our amazement
Living as we do
In a world held by gravity
Beyond the realms of eternity
The belief of pain does not exist
As the mind and body
Stand as individuals from one another
And I live by the nature of my essence
Knowing I am a thing that thinks
And if I may suffer
It shall bring me closer to my existence
That I look outside the habits and norms
Of my misfortune
I stand in the middle of the universe
In relation to all and all is nothing
For this is my miraculous revolution
For I have not forgotten who I am
As I drink the blood of Jesus
The world waits for a second coming
And I am it
