God in a devils suit
Top hat man trap
Corporation God.
A Rod for your back
You are offering me your taxes
You owe big
He says as he smokes his cigarette
and looks at your bill
"Worship me in your nightmares
and daydreams
Scream my name in your games and magazines
I see your shame the pain behind your sin
I made you, you can't even win
When you die your soul belongs to me"
What are we but slaves
To a god who wants us to worship
In this imperfect world of scripture
Should we all worship him with rapturous applause
Or throw down the gauntlet and ******* come from our jaws
If love is our god then let us love without favouritism
Love can heal any hurt and stop cataclysm
and it'll stretch further than capitalism...

Apocalypse redux
Interacting with our tear ducts.
We fly our flags
Until they are draped on our coffins
While weapons are tested by boffins
Sold to our enemies
Who fire them at us
While pop stars can only sing
Insipid love songs
What happened to protesting?
That's right we have give notice to the powers that be
The government which seems to control the BBC
So protests don't get reported
We are more interested in who gets deported
Than helping mankind
We bombed their countries to the brink of annihilation
Is there no room in our nihilism?
That is in our souls
We are more short sighted than moles
Love is only favouritism when we don't extend it to all of the human race
Compassion has died God cradles their face.

They drop bombs
Destroy countries infrastructure
For oil and gas we are prepared to ****
If it is the will of people the people are ill
But the rich live long and prosper
While the poor and refugees die in the droves
Stoking the fires of hell
If we are human why are some people are just shells
Selling their souls just to get rich
Sold an dream that we all can
Social mobility just a scam
Toxic waste from computers phones and plastic
We now need them to survive
Waiting for a future end
While carelessly we die.

Eyes of fire
Sitting on a throne
Would you give me a heart to own?
Alone in a temple darkness seeds
The trees I cut down bleed their sap
Caught in the tragedy of existence
The curtain of the unknowing certain
I need a map
But the chaos of chemicals I can't control
Form my body, enslave my soul
For every negative thought I d fashion
10 for the good of me and my friends
But I can't play pretend the child I once was
Because fear is the adult he always was.

She was the dream that never ended
Her garden was always well tended
Technicolor flowers and trees
Birds and bees.
But in the distance the shadowman danced
when the sun set in the sky
He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild
Their child together
A link they couldn’t sever
For they were divorced and divided
The shadows grew when the moonchild rose
The shadowman had the night, she had the day
But the shadowman kept the child from her
if the child chose it would be midnight forever
and the shadowman was manipulative and clever
His son he always spoilt with many gifts
but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother
He will never hurt her or any other.
But sometimes on an eclipse
the moonchild steals the suns light
and his father and mother fight
But he always gives it back.
because the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild
and he has to let it go
So the sun will again glow.

Explosions onto the page
Instead of rage.
The pen stems the violence
Scribbling kills the silence
Sometimes this skin and bone
Is a cage.
The war we rage is to be heard
The pitter patter of words
Which fall like rain
Permeates our soul
Like small explosions of raindrops
Which explode onto skin and the ground.

In a twisting daydream
I caught your smile
In memories net
But now I keep it with all my regrets
Tragedy is as real as happiness
It marks us with its sting
My heart beats but it breaks within
The shadow of better days
That could have been had
If only I could have been more courageous
Outrageous.