What we witnessed was almost
\nToo much for the soul
\nIn actuality what was their role
\nThey were immortal beings
\nDesigned to be free
\nUnder the sun
\nWith a mandate to be<\/p>\n
Enduring whatever
\nBut driven and shocked
\nThese drives are familiar
\nAll are half cocked
\nIts all a big vacuum
\nDestruction at core
\nFrom their wild nirvana
\nInto this war<\/p>\n
An never an amnesty
\nAll we can see
\nIs the unimagined
\nNegatively
\nWashed into the cove
\nPalpability bound
\nA solution of mayhem
\nWell thats what I have found<\/p>\n
Its control
\nAt the most extreme levels we see
\nThese Japanese monsters
\nHave no empathy
\nNot even a smidgeon
\nNothing for they
\nJust wind in their dreams
\nAt the end of the day<\/p>\n
We can feel all that anger
\nIts like fire in our gut
\nIts burning emotion
\nAnd there is nothing but
\nA great scourge of being
\nOf seeing it sll
\nAnd of feeling their agony
\nWhich does appal<\/p>\n
No means of escape
\nThe pod is on fire
\nBobbing and weaving
\nIts condition dire
\nDragging them backwards
\nUnder the tarps
\nOf death and destruction
\nAnd no twanging harps<\/p>\n
We must be involved with this rootless
\nDisplay
\nThese are brothers snd sisters
\nTaken away
\nIts inappropriate
\nAnd misapplied
\nThat so many angels
\nIn that cove have died<\/p>\n
All their desperation
\nTogether they feel
\nThey all are compatriots
\nCloser and real
\nMore thsn one generation
\nA clan so to say
\nJoined with such spirit
\nBut falling away<\/p>\n
All of the sharing
\nThe blood by design
\nFunctional beings
\nAll down the line
\nInterconnected so close they be
\nFull on and honest
\nAuthenticity<\/p>\n
Some caught in the nets
\nPlaced around the rocks
\nThis is a kettling process
\nThat knocks
\nFreedom to cock
\nIts not what we should do
\nIts adverse and much worse
\nFor these creatures are true<\/p>\n
To themselves
\nTo their families
\nThey are soulful they care
\nMore so than the japanese monsters
\nNow there
\nRiddled corruption
\nMoney their god
\nZen tossed their soul away
\nAnd every pod<\/p>\n
They slaughter
\nIn water that turns into stew
\nCrimson and full of their precious sinew
\nThey really are monsters
\nHeartless all through
\nJust watch them all wrinkled
\nIts what greed does do<\/p>\n
Its never tradition
\nNot what I see
\nIts a vile illusion
\nPortayed senslessly
\nHow can ones eyes look upon
\nThis and say
\nThis is human behaviour
\nNo this is decay<\/p>\n
Of a species
\nHumanity is on the rocks
\nMisplaced miscreants
\nSomehow have flocked
\nInto this small town
\nAnd taken control
\nA disparate band
\nWithout any soul<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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