Poetic Amelioration

And now is your time of climactic success
Now wither and die from memory repressed.

And let us not be without desire
Of the beautiful simplicity you have now acquired,
In your misery doom gloom and regret,
Of morbid thoughts you’ve not lost yet,
Pierce the shell of your own humanity,
With tools made from earth that help insanity,
Preposterous thoughts disregard normality,
That brings us not to an altered reality.

Pain and suffering set not far from sexuality,
Romantic oppression doth create this duality.

Speaking in rhymes and confusing riddles,
Is only enough to explain too little.

In a stratosphere of wealth and oppression,
Lead us not to poverty and retention?
Our population breeds dissention!
To ultimately end in greedy tension.
Entire nations wrapped in deceit,
With figureheads that are meant to lead.
Truth fades to tricky propaganda,
To boost the economy and private agenda.

The world is too small for us all together,
Too many people for us all to remember.
We’ll stay to ourselves and change on another,
To talk to the world is to live without fervor.

But look now to the bloody carcass lying,
That ceased very easily without even trying.
On this rock of billions of people,
One is remembered not by the colorful steeple,
That represents generations of mind loss,
Memories fade as time grows with moss.

Being is just a filthy religion,
To conjure contempt that will end with incisions.
Cut through the soul with unhealthy infringement,
Entity of the untouchable scream with the lacerations,
That makes their way through the immortal divisions,
Of conscious and unconscious the alive and the hidden.

Ultimately staying is the growth of stupidity,
In the grey matter trained in ignorant humidity.

The reasons for everything are always lost,
Just as the people that live by the cross.
Not to center out the majorities confusion,
No one remembers another’s intrusion,
That causes to cease everything beautiful,
In one insignificants being undeniable,
In the end everything ends, it is stopped.
And no one will remember the person under the top,
How many people know our true inside?
The one that dwells in the cocoon that we hide?
Accompanies us as we pass living by the rules we must abide,
And when that one goes we will be pointless and tired.

To get underneath that outer layer,
Once we are we must beware.
Corruption and twisting around the organs,
We will not function as well as the organ,
That narrates our life in its subtle tones,
From cheery delight to ravenous groans.