Reason.

Pick myself up amidst closed doors

bruised from kicks for I looked dwarfed

their ego projection of what most are scared to explore

to exist on empty, to try to be internally restored

when patience in pain only remains in store

a larva core to phoenix soar, or maybe wings torn

so I pray that the thorns will be rose adorned

though I know people rather morn then applaud 

but fuck, like me they have to deal with the fact I was the sperm born 

so sock it to the hordes, like I'm watching porn

I'm still me of course, I still rather walk away then live gripping angers sword

an easy target but not without cause.

Keep calm and carry on, even if our uncle has gone.

World at war take one take two, surprise US side-lines three

money over matter if only right was repriced free

maybe then peace wouldn't side against democracy

when their just scared to side against the bigger country

like one and two when we had to prove they could be defeated

before they recognised our allied treaty

where the fucks the loyalty when 'friends' stay seated

we know their wolves but they lost their howl, of growls depleted

Put-in political sheep's clothing of propaganda bleated

piss secreted of pants filled at a threat of missiles that's nuclear heated

bully rules completed, our alliance defeated before they even competed.

We all hate war, we should never rush-in 

but when someone threatens the planet bound lovin'

we can't sit idle or they'll continue to keep pushin'

two decades ago paid back the debt from the blitz for where over a year after, Sam stayed out the mission

missin', lend-lease, against attrition, for we could of perished due to our lack of submission  

thankful that the right was left but pity now the leader of the free world just stays, huffin'

over a prolonged words that's leaves our ally in pieces, for peace he's bluffin'

for over the hammer and sickle he stays gushin'

like a schoolgirl he stays blushin'

talking that a will not to surrender is nothing but fussin'

minus one ally, though in the rest of NATO they can continue to trust in.

We must do what's right especially if it's our last

so threaten us with death, with atomic blasts 

to heighten our resolve of our wills amassed

amidst walls smashed stands the minds of enthusiasts

for our cup runneth over, especially if it's made with broken glass.

You haven't liveD without the Devil.

 A cascade of blades

of back handed knives of actors paid

for who could find the paths laid 

with bodies lain, slain.

Peaceful cadaver remains

is branded confidence named

for who could maim

if not those seen as confidently claimed.

Quiet shamed to mere shadows like identity drained

though the crowds have turned unAble but pro-Cain

killing sisters and brothers, just for proof of selfish fame

for who could train when parents are still trying for a life gained.

Confidence has been shamed to an identity of force

too scared to use words so it turns to actions with no remorse

forethought, guilt are for the weak too scared to open doors

"take what you want" became the words of mentors

though if your looking for guidance from others that isn't yours

you might as well be leashed, still walking on all fours.

The bigger picture may involve us,

but it isn't centered thus.

Cons peer, minus the see.

Conversate the real listen as meaning perpetuates upon this piss take

not games of no means, shallow talking of ego inflates

like tits they like, like they still suckling the lactates

a simple formula of topics, sentences that's easy to formulate 

jaws slack salivating with head nods of waiting to prove they can replicate

repetition of hollow erections of how easy they could manipulate 

like a conspiracy of cloned Holly-wood filled with secret society inseminates 

with ignorant talks on why society deteriorates but above it all they still elevate 

for far-fetched ideas of others ass like traits, starts at home of what we blindly rate

for seeing is believing, but for shame that our short sight seems to evaporate.

A bubbled community is immune to what they can't or wont participate 

a society of equal respectful difference can reinvigorate 

the broken glass of  mirrors of miscalculated reflections that disorientate 

to reinvent artistic eye glasses to aid integration to make life easier to navigate

if only different reasons wasn't enough to discriminate, incriminate 

media with social first conspires with us or them, as together it mutilates 

just separate groups to tit-illate, one species towards hate.

Dumpty falls to something more.

 Let loose the film of past

that runs passed eyes of a folded cast

a blindfold to purpose trashed

forget self, to be without the burden of contrast

for all the kings horses trample bricks of what couldn't last 

of when hope is less then bullets shelled to souls smashed

of hearts lashed beyond the crash, a bloody blast

to our mind-filled rafts that drift upon seas that wave steadfast

mirror faith greeting tribulations of our drowning past

is how we learn to breathe, unabashed.