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The Life and Times of the People of the New Age
New age for this old world,
Free access, cost reduced to the most ridiculous form,
Energy for man,
For the children, for the ages,
The new age, the age has come.
But One sees beyond this new façade,
As new cathedrals and temples are erected,
He senses the lies,
He seeks to end it, the smart veil,
The mask that the world puts to the world.
This New Utopia, this new zeitgeist,
This new vessel through the new, banging, rambling
Vein of history,
Train that guides us like a missile,
Into peace and justice, they say.
All the prophecies came true,
Every theory was right,
All sought one end ultimately,
The man sees this as well,
Perhaps unity is fragile after all, as it lies on top of lies.
Perhaps, perhaps, it may be so,
But fear besets whomever,
Whose quest carries danger to be faced alone
Alone in the mere consciousness of all,
All this world of lies, perverse.
To tell them, yes, that it was life,
Life the key to solve it all,
To tell them what really was the sacrifice,
Lives, lives in the hundreds of millions perverted,
The world was on the brink, they tried to stop the bloodshed.
Blood buys blood, to save blood, they say
I saw them take the bodies and the fetuses
I saw them do it gladly, and gladly hide away
The little corpses beneath the carpet,
The tiny bodies sent to the gutter.
The secret of this fake utopia, built on lies,
Is that the threat from which it hides,
Was once embodied by itself,
And now it also hides,
Now that it breathes, and it lives, and it breeds.
So the man one day saw he had a clear enemy to vanquish,
He sought all his strength for the rebellion
He moved all his pawns,
To tell them once and for all, that no one is right
That life is no more.
No more the dreams of peace and justice,
All the poverty in the world,
Has made us sick, has made us vain,
But not sick in vain, no, the man says,
Now, he says, is time,
Now we strike, the entire world, it is time.
This new energy, old
These new concepts, retired,
These new elite, held in trail
Corruption under no circumstance reprieved.
Like the French Revolution,
Like those who once did never criticize, we rise,
Rise up!, like the very furnace of hell burns in outrage,
To see heaven on earth,
Rise up!, like the heavens are weeping on the underworld.
Put out the fire, people,
The man, now, the martyr, fight for his vengeance,
The man who gave us animosity back,
Reasons to fight, neglected for so long,
No more, and now everyone knows.
Everyone knows how to do harm,
New energy, but peace and justice no more,
Peace in our time is war,
Peace to die silent nevermore!
Justice, to unjustly treat the unjust.
The unjust who wore the veils of justice.
We realized too, our differences,
No utopia no more, No New World Order,
Timely resurgence of the untimely guns, the warfare
Tactical nukes, matter of time.
Old states, dead, old laws to be mocked with,
The man who swore to never be more than a man,
Now hailed, though always and forever, by some, reviled.
The memories new, now old,
The lives and the times, ash, dust, to start anew.
Free access, cost reduced to the most ridiculous form,
Energy for man,
For the children, for the ages,
The new age, the age has come.
But One sees beyond this new façade,
As new cathedrals and temples are erected,
He senses the lies,
He seeks to end it, the smart veil,
The mask that the world puts to the world.
This New Utopia, this new zeitgeist,
This new vessel through the new, banging, rambling
Vein of history,
Train that guides us like a missile,
Into peace and justice, they say.
All the prophecies came true,
Every theory was right,
All sought one end ultimately,
The man sees this as well,
Perhaps unity is fragile after all, as it lies on top of lies.
Perhaps, perhaps, it may be so,
But fear besets whomever,
Whose quest carries danger to be faced alone
Alone in the mere consciousness of all,
All this world of lies, perverse.
To tell them, yes, that it was life,
Life the key to solve it all,
To tell them what really was the sacrifice,
Lives, lives in the hundreds of millions perverted,
The world was on the brink, they tried to stop the bloodshed.
Blood buys blood, to save blood, they say
I saw them take the bodies and the fetuses
I saw them do it gladly, and gladly hide away
The little corpses beneath the carpet,
The tiny bodies sent to the gutter.
The secret of this fake utopia, built on lies,
Is that the threat from which it hides,
Was once embodied by itself,
And now it also hides,
Now that it breathes, and it lives, and it breeds.
So the man one day saw he had a clear enemy to vanquish,
He sought all his strength for the rebellion
He moved all his pawns,
To tell them once and for all, that no one is right
That life is no more.
No more the dreams of peace and justice,
All the poverty in the world,
Has made us sick, has made us vain,
But not sick in vain, no, the man says,
Now, he says, is time,
Now we strike, the entire world, it is time.
This new energy, old
These new concepts, retired,
These new elite, held in trail
Corruption under no circumstance reprieved.
Like the French Revolution,
Like those who once did never criticize, we rise,
Rise up!, like the very furnace of hell burns in outrage,
To see heaven on earth,
Rise up!, like the heavens are weeping on the underworld.
Put out the fire, people,
The man, now, the martyr, fight for his vengeance,
The man who gave us animosity back,
Reasons to fight, neglected for so long,
No more, and now everyone knows.
Everyone knows how to do harm,
New energy, but peace and justice no more,
Peace in our time is war,
Peace to die silent nevermore!
Justice, to unjustly treat the unjust.
The unjust who wore the veils of justice.
We realized too, our differences,
No utopia no more, No New World Order,
Timely resurgence of the untimely guns, the warfare
Tactical nukes, matter of time.
Old states, dead, old laws to be mocked with,
The man who swore to never be more than a man,
Now hailed, though always and forever, by some, reviled.
The memories new, now old,
The lives and the times, ash, dust, to start anew.
Published 19th Jul 2013
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