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TimeRunsOut As the beating heartOf humanitySlows Pulse fadingOrgans failingBody dyingMind decayingSoul rotting Pull the plugThere is nothing leftWorth saving [title: "Flatline"][the final poem from Dissection, out 01/01/21]

Blame Game

Blame the young Blame the old Blame the tellers Blame the told Blame the parents Blame the schools Blame the rulers Blame the ruled Blame the rich Blame the poor Blame peace Blame war Blame the boys Blame the girls Blame the doctors Blame the pills Blame the gods Blame the world Blame everybody But [...]

When the Puppets Become the Masters

For far too longThey’ve pulled our stringsThey’ve weighed us downAnd clipped our wings They write the scriptAnd we reciteWe only actAs they incite Every thoughtAnd every actionIs subject to theirSatisfaction They tell us to danceSo we danceThey tell us to singSo we sing untilOur lungs give in They tell us to crySo we cryThey tell [...]

Diagnosis

I don’t profess to be a doctorI never went to medical schoolBut it seems you tested positiveFor being a tool I accept my understandingOf the anatomy is sparseBut if there’s one thing I knowIt’s that you’re talking out your arse Age isn’t on your sideAnd you’re really rather fatBut worse of all it seems you’re [...]

Social Pandemic

We are caughtIn the middleOf a seriousGlobal crisis I see no endTo this diseaseNo way to cureThis deadly virus It’s unavoidableUnpreventableIt’s in all thatWe consume No vaccinationMedicationNo way to makeOurselves immune We can’t eradicateOur need to hateAnd instinct to impugnJust becauseWe can’t accept the truth

The End of Hope

DeadAre happy memories And hope is allBut gone Maggots feedUpon my sorrowAnd the knowledgeI'm alone Flies swarmAround the carcass That my empty heart’s Become They lay their eggsTheir larvae growThey make my soulTheir home And inThe dead of nightThe spiders hunting fliesDo come Leaving itchingSo much itching And the webs of liesThey've spun Then when day breaksAnd they depart I [...]

M.A.G.A

You promisedTo Make America Great Again But with your racist rhetoricAnd continued supportOf gun touting lunatics With you hatred of immigrantsAnd your inhuman policiesSeparating families With your failed responseTo a virusYou refused to contain How many deathsHave you causedHow much bloodIs on your hands Yet all you have managed to doIs Make America Grieve Again

Aneurysm

I feel the pressure buildingEvery minute getting worseI gotta find releaseBefore it bursts A wounded mindInfected thoughtsI need reliefFrom what they’ve wrought So pass the scalpelPass the penI’ll do anythingTo make this end Cut it openLet it bleedWords must flowIt’s all I need