What Rage Feels Like

"Majority Fools"

What's good for the goose
Is good for the gander
Wrap my neck in a noose
From all that damn slander
What is good for one
Is not good for all
Different lives are spun
Before we even start to crawl
I can talk and talk
Until I'm blue in the face
But your guidelines are chalk
That you refuse to erase
Singular in mind
Solitary in view
Keep on being confined
By everything you thought you knew
A line in the sand
So easy to cross
But your high demands
Mean endless lives are lost
But we have this system
That's confounding to me
It leaves so many victims
So much for "land of the free"
But this is what happens
When you go by majority rules
Peoples lives are blackened
Because the majority are fools

"Torpor"

Breaking news, alarming views, tattered shoes, the lives we lose
Shocking thoughts, feelings fraught, lives are bought, all for nought
Tears are shed, prayers in head, the breaths we dread, things left unsaid
Then life repeats, it's in these streets, our shock defeats, blame the elites
Their news distracts, forget the facts, their word subtracts, none can relax
Torpor, complacence in horror
Our lives are just torture
But still we ignore more
Torpor, apathetic in all ways
Forget what they all say
Straight faced through the craze
Torpor, eyes masked with indifference
And this is my inference
That most do not believe that there will be deliverance.

"Condemn"

Nicked knuckles, sharp pin pricks on your finger
Blood wells up, don't want it to linger
Wash and cover it all up and over
Make it look like you never loved her
Hmm...
Who's to say you're in the wrong
These are just the lyrics of a song
So...
Pay it off, pull the strings, weave life like a seamster
Try to forget how loud her screams were
.
.
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And yet you're listening now. You're listening now

Beat and bruised with just makeup to cover
Yet another story of broken lovers
So many somehow it's another circus
All these stories it's got me feeling nervous

I don't get; don't get why it always happens
Why her eyes always get blackened

Is it all her fault?


Why would it be her fault?

Everything's good it's great why are you asking?
Is she really so bad at masking?
Do her hands shake, feet quake, her body full of tremors?
Despite all that, still they condemn her
STILL THEY CONDEMN HER

Still they condemn her

They still condemn her

No one's...listening...now...

"Temporary Fixes"

This is a world of temporary fixes
A bullet wound, you say? A bandage the trick is.
Sinking budgets into repeated remedies
No one can agree, either extremity
One side nixes, the other is for it
Can never agree to fully restore it
The whole cost is too great
So make payments on a variable interest rate
End up paying more than what you actually owe
They charge high, your bank account goes low
Why agree on a budget when you can just move the date?
Increase the burden on those who shoulder the weight.
"Why fix something that's not broken more?"
Are all the pieces on the ground not spoken for?
Sure, it works, for now, I guess
But aren't all these temporary fixes stopping progress?
What we really need is a complete overhaul
Because advancement has slowed into a crawl
And God knows no human can make that happen
Our problems, too much for any human passion
Can a singular human ever actually fix
What centuries upon centuries of human politics
Has systematically destroyed?
The answer is no, each idea is null and void.
There has never been a human to actually know
How to make a society actually happily grow
Leaders rise and they fall
Once they become hotheaded with gall
But what these leaders have never realized
Is that their efforts have immortalized
That the constant struggle of humankind
Can only be likened to blind leading the blind
And the only way out of this endless darkness
Is if we trust one who won't leave us a carcass
One who reigns eternal
And will eventually destroy all that's infernal
One who has always loved us
So much so that he created us from the dust
Then sent his son to die for us all
The scales no longer tip, one side doomed to fall
So why would I vote for an imperfect human
When there is a real answer, a real solution
To be found on the pages within
A book that shines brighter than millions of lumen