MOLOCH

1. WROLL

Red clay growing.
Grey sky climbing.
Slowly consuming earth.
Scorching and choking.
All engulfing.
All encompassing.
Soil to stone.
Green to grey.
Nothing to see.
Nothing to breath.


2. INVERTEBRATE

Closed upon oneself - hidden from outside.
I am not a man - I will never be.
I am mollusk man.
Muscle bound by shell.
Lacks strength to oppose.
Spineless.
Broken.


3. DRY COUGH

What's wrong with me.
Mother says I'm useless.
Father says I'm nothing.
Doctor says I'm broken.
Scratch in my throat.
Teacher says I'm stupid.
Vicar says I'm evil.
Police say I'm wicked.
Blood in my phlegm.
Brother says I'm lost.
Sister says I'm dead.
Just need to sleep.
Dry couch keeps me up all night.
Anesthetise me.
Whiskey and cough medicine.


THOU

4. FLEURS DE MAL

The demonic seed of European imperialists has swollen with ripeness.
Its blossoms signal moral decay, salivating to conquer.
A diseased concept of unalienable rights.
A distorted view of sexuality.
A plague upon evolution.
Industrialists and aristocrats -
rotting in your fancy suits, burning like cigars hung between weak lips,
choking beneath the smokestacks of progress.
Protectors and providers -
teachers of self loathing, sentinels of the abattoirs, guardians of status quo.
May you choke on your own masochistic sermons and be ground beneath the heels of conformity.
My dearest comrades and young rebels - We're just more of the same.
Bourgeois shackles of pacifism and inaction enabling oppression.
We are accessories to slavery. Bound together by invisible reins.
Pulsing through the veins.
The same tumultuous, glorious blood.


5. LONELINESS DANCES IN THE GORGON'S STARE

Those tools which freed us from otherworldly jailors have betrayed us to a pantheon of technology.
What use is limitless knowledge if it cripples us to action?
What use is logic if it drapes us in cruelty?
Soul and intellect remain in a perpetual state of war.
Moral atrophy: The heart grows frigid and distant;
the skin becomes scaled and hard as rock;
our kings are crowned in their dependence;
our only inklings of nature are clouded and obscured.
How we clutch to our breasts philosophies of violence.
How we cling to these meaningless sides.
We are as one suicidal force careening towards a unified end.
Hopes and prayers cannot save us.
But neither can your careful research.
Neither can your complex statistics.
Neither can your precious analyses.
All of your science and reasoning is for naught.