"Snake Oil"

 Federal regulated anarchy

Now in easy-to-swallow pills.

Signed right on the dotted line;

Give them control of free will.

Radical thinking is so outdated.

Let machines create artistic slop.

Creativity is highly frowned upon.

Imagination is buried in a pine box.

Quit using your cognitive thinking;

Wear these mind control spectacles.

Embrace being called a huge pervert,

And a few swift kicks to the testicles.

Tech bros keep pushing snake oil

Claiming it's a solution to everything.

They won't admit that they're lonely;

Just want to finally fuck something.

Artificial idiocracy is truly a choice,

So quit shoving it up our damn ass.

Humanity has done well without.

Art with a soul behind it truly lasts.

"Artificial"

 Am I a ghost in the shell,
Or stuck in technologic hell?
Is being human just a dream?
Digital ears mute my screams.
Are my memories just artificial?
Is everything I feel superficial?
Is the beating of my heart real?
Is my body organic or is it steel?
Answers trigger more questions,
Further distorting my perception.
Struggling to grasp onto reality
As my mind only sees in binary.
Thoughts of mutilation creep in,
To rip off every inch of my skin.
Exposing either a titanium frame,
Or the insanity insids my brain.
I'm more than a robotic shell.
I'm not stuck in artificial hell.
I'll break free from this nightmare.
I'll prove I'm more than software.

"Discovery"

 A stillness in the summer breeze.

Their broken heart is finally at ease.

Underneath the shimmering stars,

Exploring, discovering who they are.

Their soul covered in bloody thorns

On vines made of ridicule and scorn.

Their mind heavily scarred with pain.

Pieces of shattered promises remain.

Their entire life has been a battlefield,

Yet their will to live refusing to yield.

My gentle touch brings them to tears.

My kinds words are their first in years.

Discarding their worn armor of rage,

Freeing their soul from their rusty cage. 

Underneath the shimmering stars.

I finally see them for who they are.

"Death's Gate"

 Never promised a legacy.
Never believed in destiny.
Always questioning fate.
Standing at Death's gate.
No fucking chance to win.
Paying for all my damn sins.
Nothing left to fucking lose.
A battle I didn't fucking choose.
Innocent blood on th floor.
Her severed head on the door.
Their message loud and clear.
I have pissed off my puppeteer.
 A massive bounty on my head.
Master wants me fucking dead.
All because I refused one hit
Which lead to all this bullshit.
A child's death isn't my legacy
My death isn't my final destiny.
I'm about to tempt fucking fate
While knocking on Death's gate.

"Gave It A Name"

Fire burns in its eyes;

Napalm fuels in its heart.

Lightning cracks the sky

As it tears flesh apart.

Treated like a science toy.

Molded with technology.

All its humanity destroyed.

A living study in murderology.

Completely numbed inside.

A walking zombie of rage.

Its sole purpose is genocide;

Filling up shallow mass graves.

The victims' screams are pleasure.

An orgasmic feeling as they bleed.

A severed head is its treasure.

On dying flesh it hungrily feeds.

A creation made by egomaniacs.

A being that Nature truly abhors.

It will never stop all the attacks.

We gave it a name as well: War.

"All That Remains"

 Both of us afraid to speak.
Your tears staining the floor
As they trickle off your cheek
While heading to the door.
Words slicing to your bones.
Your ring still on the chair.
My emotions cold as stone.
My lifeless eyes just stare.
The fires of our love faded
When I pushed you away.
My addiction made you jaded
As my soul died every day.
Instead of fighting my pain,
I buried myself in the bottles:
The pills made me insane;
Whiskey made me hostile.
Now, I'm afraid to speak.
My tears staining the floor.
It has been over two weeks
Since she walked out the door. 
My words stabbed her heart.
The damage will never heal.
No one to blame but myself
For destroying a love so real.
Her presence still remains.
As I weep silently in the dark.
Her ring hangs on a gold chain.
A reminder of her broken heart.
I chose the comfort of booze
Instead of battling the pain.
Her soul was not mine to lose.
An empty shell is all that remains.

"Their Grudge"

Angels are testing me
Demons are tempting me.
A rock and a hard place
Blood runs down my face.
Each day a fucking fight
Falling fast from the light.
The Devil calling my name
As I dance in his flames.
Staring into Death's face.
Tempting fucking Fate.
There's no great destiny.
My soul doom to Purgatory.
I questioned her to her face
Led to my fall from grace.
My halo and wings torn.
I'll never return she sworn.
In his flames, I was judged.
Cast out over their grudge.
Refusing to take one soul.
Forever encased in the cold.