Ist September

The first of September
The great sea of life
TAiji sees it differently
Causing such strife
To pods that swim joyfully
An obligation
To learn from their parents
And believe in salvation

Sensitively structured
Seeing with sound
Their moral fibre
The highest around
Audible sight
Advanced and on point
Combined with true light
The power is then joint
Binaural sound
At the pitch and the tone
Confirming or not
Whether they are alone

If reception is good
And sound waves are too
Then with silence and calm
They can do what they do
Pipes in the water
A reverberation
A shrillness so strident
A great detonation
A barrage a great wall
Tintinabulation
A great Splash and splutter
And sibulation

Which throws into chaos
A great hullabaloo
Our loud speaker systems
Dont know what to do
We meet with confusion
Threatened we be
Like a great cannonade
Bombarded, our plea
As we are driven to land
Tortured by the sound
What a cachophony
And wrap around

It pierces our halo’s
Such brutality
Squeaky and screechy
Totality
As the water gets shallower
Voices we hear
Pikes in the water
It is now clear
Blood in the water
Sinews as well
Discord and harshness
we are entering hell

Panic sets in
We all realise
The drive underway
Is When everyone dies
The japanese grab us
Lifes over
All’s lost
Molested
And into their hell hole
We’re tossed
The steel pushed into our spine
And then the wound sealed
With a long wooden peg
The blood then congealed

Cant leak out as much
Into the blue sea
The japanese bastards
All devils they be
Obnoxious uncaring
Their hearts hard as rock
Mindless and brain dead
They are in for a shock
Theres no doubt that this karma
Will surface and be
Filling their bodies
With toxicity

1st of September the great god
Protected us as all the banging boats
Returned empty