perpendicular to perforated and shattered musculature I’ve grown stronger much larger, my shadow like a tale has grown longer I’m like Bruce Banner snap and attack break backs like Batman I’m the bane of the immortal I devour the souls of men like a demon call me Oran, I run the clan time to disband tattoo the numbers on your hand disappear into the night go to sleep no need to fight especially a battle that you could never win I’ve grown strong unable to bend never break like Damascus steel flesh from your skull and frame I peel feel flame from the jaws of the undeniable infallible master of disaster Fasten your seat belts it’s going to be a bumpy ride, this is the labyrinth of my mind we’ve travelled inside, see all this hurt and pain everything on which I’ve built my name and assembled to form the components of my main frame I never stick to tech specs it’s overclocked and my brain melts but with microphones on my belt like scalped pelts I’ve earned the verbal hammer of Thor abhor the insincere judgmental and hatefully insecure, blind self-assuredness leads to war not to mention you can’t see the world outside of your own front door hiding with your head beneath the floor with television, media men and political parties substituted for the cure - what’s more, tell me how did we start down these self-destructive paths? Is there any road that leads back to the land of the free? Why weren’t we born in the land of liberty like everyone keeps telling me, it just seems like an ideology that they’re re-packaging and then selling back me trying to placate perhaps even satiate our primal desires while reprogramming the fundamental aspects of our reality and moral quagmires facing absolutely no interference being greeted instead only by apathy is this truly the destiny that we’ve chosen for ourselves led alone the innumerable children left to come, in the future born deaf, blind and dumb, or perhaps simply numb to all that they survey the shattered remains and remnants of the world our greatest sacrament parchments of burnt paper that we scatter to the seven winds to deliver the message of our hatred and sins to the universe this cycle seems perverse we have to take time to reverse the damage that we’ve done traverse the rocky terrain of the terra on which we shall remain until the time of our self-induced slaying I’m done with this shit no more obeying I’m abstaining from normalcy training remaining an individual in a society of cyborgs and sentient computers buried in binary and staring at life through a computer screen I swear to god I have no mouth but I must scream I just stare unbelieving as the world I once know crumbles into anti-matter not that it really matters being based on the fundamentals of consumerism and masterfully managed psychological cynicism of the Reagan era if you can even remember the world before this war on terror which is actually our rights in actuality a losing battle nowhere near enough people fight with ideals left like unreported rape victims in the night Somehow I’m 30 and this is the year that I’m learning, everything it turning it’s changing for me I can see the divinity in the infinitesimal and infinity - holy trinity of self-awareness, responsibility and inner wealth your own health and power of mind the power to divine the truth from fiction even when escaping from reality has become an addiction pay attention to the misdirection see where we’re heading what we’re facing the erasure of history for the sake of the PC or in reality implementation of restraining policies to demolish the fundamental rights on which this country is founded our founding fathers would be astounded and astonished by what we’ve done in their names the shame we’ve blanketed on a nation of people ignorant of what they’ve done, that they’re the ones at the end of the vapor trails holding the smoking guns - they fail to perceive the machinations of shadowy men behind governmental lobbying and law writing the true battle that they’re facing and will soon be fighting against an opponent most frightening they’re own reflections lack of self-perception inept argumentation of the thesis statement misaligned placement of trust and blind faith is the obstacle that we face not just as a nation but an entire human race and if we lose apocalypse shall be the case so come with me down the rabbit’s hole, let us give chase to this dream because in the end the stark vision we’re seeing is all that there has ever been it’s all that will ever be so please let’s leave it a little better than we found it rather than forcibly shape and pound it eventually it will shatter leaving a pile of rubble that was all that matters to our children in the future our will has become inevitable in this current societal state and destructive but definite fate if we continue to fill ourselves with hate and mentally masturbate rather than taking responsibility for adding just a little positivity positively making a difference in someone else’s life rather than savagely emotionally beating another human being and leaving them bleeding in the streetlights the urge that we all must continue to fight to better ourselves contribute to human wealth with love and respect at least where due and earned rather than turn biting the hand from whence you learned and will eventually return one must show concern for the bettering of not just yourself but you and me – end the cycle of violence and hatred those shell casings are spent these days minimum wage won’t even cover rent - in the end I truly ask only that you hear this from me - this my message, this my plea.