a slow riot for the new zero hegemony
has undertaken itself all around this vision of
my drug-addled mind just hazing the hues with all these drastic shades and savage plays as some cunt from the assembly gets all daft at the thought of the
dissolution i mean fuck take the pill and let
it stop let it stop the single note from playing
so much louder than the rest
(but that's my note, dog... that's what calls me home)
you think it would drip something else
but it doesn't it all feels the same
yours theirs mine the shake doesn't
shake any different jus' cause a delusion
wants it to
no one can be so brilliant as to not have to use the
word 'and'
and tomorrow after tomorrow until that little one
might tick and shake too
and tomorrow after tomorrow until he might have to
find the ways to hide and hurt to turn the world
into a place that is bright enough to keep his
attention to make a story where there isn't
one
maybe find a carousel that twirls around the world
maybe find a planet that doesn't burn with our mistakes
know that what we all call love is a paradigm of self
know that what we all call care is a blessing for our
guilt might have to find a way to make this
funny to keep the dope out of his veins
might have to find a way to make this witty to keep the
worms out of his brain
a slow riot for a new
zero hegemony is stirring in it's slumber
rousing it's bedclothes and rising to a dawn
one that is only us under a god that is at best a
speculation calling theirs' fiction as if our story doesn't contain an ark that carried the food chain
and a woman turning to stone with a glimpse
one world under the benevolent thumb of the ideology that
can instill the most death fear hate sadness
loss damage damage to everything one
benevolent thumb enforcing it's industrial will for the betterment of material profit all under flags that
embrace a god
one note so much louder than the rest
(but if you shut it off, i'll be lost, brother... what are you without me?) so much louder but so necessary
maybe he'll have to learn to amplify the rest to find
measures to bring it all into harmony
to find melody in the chaos to hear a song through
all the broken keys and staggered beats
might have to say fuck that pill and let it stop
might have to find his own vision to undertake his
drug-addled mind no apple falls far
some get rolled or thrown picked and shipped
but that's man nature keeps them close
there's no point in the white collar trying to teach his child to understand cashing a paycheck at the bar
just like there's no point in the blue collar trying to
make sure his kid understands market fluctuations
maybe the worlds will collide but it's coincidence
drastic shades and savage plays hazing the hues
some other cunt will get all daft considering the
thought of dissolution
and the fight will move on
take the pill fuck the pill the notes never
quit so one is louder one always will be
every life is a manipulation of incidents
steering our offspring with the knowledge of failure
just absolutely convincing ourselves that they're gonna
somehow be different
like that time on the nature channel when we all watched the lion give birth to a lamb
right?
it happened because we wanted it too
you can't change the world when the world that surrounds
you is a delusion of individuals who don't recognize it as a delusion
a nuclear bomb is real
there isn't one reason for using one that is
maybe he'll have to hide from this maybe he'll have
to blink and scratch to keep from quitting who he is
he probably will you know
you do know he probably will
so what's more important our delusion
or preparing the innocent for the inevitable?
Reason for writing:
my son (who turns a year old in two days)
Birth sign: Cancer
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