doomsday species


Deluded by its gods, the doomsday species,
Its logical progression, just a leech with diseases
Spawning racist religions, political whores,
And radicalised bankers all worshipping wars

Planning its demise it sows its rotten seeds,
Of horrors yet to manifest from the fruits of its deeds
Spoiled, corrupted and tainted by wealth,
Arrogant, it sits atop the evolutionary shelf

Ruling its weak, the masses that kneel,
With prescribed medications to dampen what’s real
Through corporate slogans and sponsored agendas,
Via wi-fi, faith, and a media censored

Snared by technology, like drones to a hive
Caught up in hells even devils despise
With a fervour and lust for this digital age
Just slaves to devices they can’t disengage…

… So me, the pariah, set among this deception,
To analyse, report, record the infections,
Of a virus beyond any malware detection,
A corporate contamination of the human perception


~ Any god/state/institution that demands your devotion/loyalty/admiration and promotes the fear and hate of others through the manipulation of words and behaviours, should be considered, at the very least, evil. ~




Society is cold,
Abrupt and inhumane
As individuals run amok,
Playing childish grown-up games
Reaching for the wealthy heights,
Of glass and ivory towers
These vacuous suits of parasites,
Reel corrupted by their power

The Wall Street devils revel,
In their thoughts of future wars
Another nation levelled,
Another obvious truth ignored
Heartless governments collude,
With their unregulated banks
Take the poor mans money,
Produce more armour-plated tanks

TV’s spit out propaganda,
The talking heads get paid
To rationalise the evil,
On which massive profits made
The truth no longer matters,
There’s no sense of right or wrong
Just braindead, brainwashed masses,
Unaware of freedoms gone…


Alien ways


Dreaming again in alien ways
To escape once more, this unmindful haze
These humans are toxic, vain, self obsessed
Religion, debt and war, the seeds of their distress

Cultures clash because of colour, faith and superstition
Powerful rulers use this conflict, planning covert missions
Behind the sub-machine guns, these privileged govern state
Born with wealth and status just to seal the poor mans fate

Pre-selected behind closed doors, these rulers rub their palms
As they sell another shipment, of tear gas, bombs and arms
Soulless, heartless creatures, like one of Ickes reptilians
Another cold-blooded human, makes its first of many millions

Royal propaganda, “Another prince joins the forces!”
While the children of the subservient die in deserts for resources
How easily they take up arms to fight these pointless battles
Shuffled into foreign lands, like exporting condemned cattle

Money talks, the people listen, blinded by their greed
Brainwashed into buying, all that they don’t need
They communicate across the globe, but no one feels connected
It’s a shame their minds are sanitised, their souls now disinfected

They should turn off their TVs, radios and phones
Regurgitating nonsense spouted by corporate media clones
These specimens have failed, to see the god within
On an exponential, curve of destruction…. no one’s gonna win