All that is useless
All that is banned
All that gets thrown away
All found in the Delirium minds of the deranged.
Sparked with memories of purple days
of time and space
compressing each other
annihilating each other.
Mindfuck induced delirium
and the poets are all dead
art has killed itself
has hanged itself
by the corporate neckties of those getting worn all day.
and the drugs
and the memories
the tight dresses and melting eyes
all images of a distant past
bending the future
and injecting it with the heroin of the masses – Submission!
and the Anarchist got up
walked to the closet
took out his best suit
and got ready for another day
of shoveling reality on the last remains of human dreams
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The Burnt land
I stopped on the bridge and gazed at the water
A soul mirror towards nowhere
Faces i couldn’t recognize
Insects feasting on each other
Silent screams of flesh
Buried into the voices of the dead
Look at us now
Drained of all we used to call essence
Left to roam the land of nowhere
The classics are gone
The new age is gone
Don’t kid yourself they ever existed
They were as real as they are now
Piles of flesh buried by piles of concrete
All covered by dust
Not even time remembers them anymore
As it won’t remember you
Go back to your imaginary home
Make sure it’s well kept
The earth’s patience is beginning to crumble.