A Call To Arms
Life is hectic/
And I'm neglected/
Kind of sceptic/
A tank, yet both of my mired treads sit/
Stuck in my own legend/
I'm irreverent/
Yet try to spend this/
Time I'm blessed with/
Writing, spreading/
My boundaries out until their vile heads spin/
A slight remembrance/
Of being alive and friendly/
Now I'm trying endless-/
-ly to survive the weather/
This unbridled treasure/
Sits, waiting to be discovered/
With utter/
Disdain, I rip thunder/
And grip trusted/
People closely, and trip under/
The weight that encumbers/
Me with sick bundles/
Of teeth smiling, I exist, function/
To slip, crunching/
My bones below the big bunches/
Of risks pummeling/
Me, but I still love this/
Life, so I sit, lunge and/
Fire crisp punches/
Until something/
In my wrists buckles/
Amidst huddles/
I take all the risk, trudging/
Through the darkness, I miss nothing/
Because I'm empty, see the shadow and skip, running/
Over and trip, stumbling/
But still jumping/
To get pumping/
My arms to kiss ugly/
Nightmares, but I see the lich crumbling/
As he walks towards me/
I'm calm, ignoring/
The gut saying to cross, storming/
My hand over my face, the walls forming/
The symbol, but he scoffs, soaring/
Into laughter, like these thoughts bore him/
A small warning/
Of what was to come in this harsh war we/
Got cordially/
Caught sorting/
Out, and we're locked, torching/
The already parched mortar/
Tarred floorings/
If this is my dark torment/
To balk only/
At the light, then God, pour each/
Vat holding/
That Holy/
Water on the old me/
Because I've watched sordid/
And been launched forward/
Into the monster's open/
Mouth to be swallowed grossly/
I've not chosen/
This path I stalk lonesome/
But yall know this/
I will not forfeit/
Do not forget/
The fire we're all forged in/
So let's kill these cowards/
That sit and slander/
The rich and power-/
-Ful as every minute passes/
Fickle hour-/
-glasses drip molasses/
Pricks with ample/
Time to bitch, harass us/
They want to strip the fabric/
Clean from the middle classes/
Stomp the gate that exists to banish/
The sickest havoc/
Away from our kids and families/
The irony is that if it passes/
And they do dismiss their passion/
Project, there will be nothing to resist or crash in/
To, theyll be exposed to the picks and axes/
Ripped and manic-/
-Ally slit and tattered/
So go ahead and eclipse the banter/
That we've attempted with you, all of you sicken planters/
Of seeds at the dawn of a new world, so go ahead and keep your fists and daggers/
Ready, because we're getting madder/
And we're ready to break ribs and slash you/
You want violence, here's a gift and address/
Because we're coming you listless tragic/
Sadistic bastards/