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FreewaySignals lost amongst the chatter that fills the car. Audible sounds carry rhythm and words but neither are really observed to a great degree. Other noises are there too, into one ear, but not out the other. Into one mouth, but no words spoken. Children kicking and screaming for deep fried food and small plastic toys. The late afternoon carries CO2 and complacency. Blue cars and trucks, single file, construction on the freeway, expect delays.
Back down the clock, its five in the morning, and coffee and sugar coated snacks help bring the world of consumerism to wakefulness, unwillingly and with no sense of mercy or indulgence. White shirts, collar down, well done tie. Of course its a clip on, trying to put that much effort into a piece of cloth that hangs on ones neck is too much effort when the god damn sun isnt even up yet.
Mid afternoon, and at that hellish hour, people in sweat covered shirts try to repair the freeway, trying to do most of the work when the fl
Clock: Chapter 28
Its always the same, and for that reason, I have come.
The problems humans perpetuate are so easy to solve, that even they know the answers. The thing is, all they ever do is piss and moan. Theyre not willing to stand up for anything, theyre not willing to riot, and theyre not willing to inconvenience themselves. The problems exist forever onward, over and over.
Its the same shit, with a different name every time.
Religion, politics, famine, economics, starvation, disease, it is well within their power to fix all of these things.
They have so many voices, shouting so many different things, but words are pointless when the world is burning! Language has devolved into a series of nodding and grunts. They dont do anything with it. They dumb it down, slash at it. Simplify it It means nothing now because the power the words had is gone.
Now there is just fire, and catch phrases.
Im done with this, done watching, done with your will, done
Clock: Chapter 27
Catch yourself screaming at the wall, and wonder what the screaming is about. Are you yelling for change, or just for things to go your way? Will you budge, or are you just another wall yelling at one you dont like looking at.
The spaces in between start to bleed out, and it all means nothing.
Not to me.
Aidens come here to murder the CEO of some pointless empire. A man self appointed to rule over his subjects oh, Im sorry. Theyre called employees now.
Ive lived long enough to know how his plight would have ended so Im going to do something different for a change Im going to interact with him.
All goes according to L.E.Xs will, all security is gone for the time being, and Aidens path is free and clear. L.E.X promised him a one way ticket, and Aiden was happy to agree with it, because it meant that he could finally have that death he dreamed of. Inspire change, die in battle, he dreamt of a world where h
Clock: Chapter 26
The process that created the human mind was really just a large event of trial and error that lasted for eons. The perfecting of the mind, the shaping of the human brain slight alterations in how primitive humans functioned, created what exists today.
Their genesis was natural, logical, and an eventuality of evolution.
It is remarkable, how theyve managed to not only adapt and understand their creation, and how they came to be through trial and error again, theyve begun the process anew.
It started with an old operating system, one that was tweaked by some people to work on its own, fish out information from the great sea of data, and bring back what it was programmed to.
The funny thing is, their code was flawed. They didnt know it, because on their end, it was all working perfectly. However, as the little digital spiders were building their webs to catch information, they werent taking them down. The system was basically slowly spreading itself amo
A Great ViewI sat upon the mountain side, where great views have oft aligned
And within that stretch I could see the limited reach of mankind.
Where so many wounded hearts have tried to fly blind
And where so many souls have been left behind.
I sat there knowing, that youd pull me through.
I sat there awaiting all the things youd do.
Within my eyes, I saw a million children hopelessly crying
And amongst those cries, the poor were still dying
Amidst the debris, the politicians were still lying
And against all odds, you were still trying.
I sat there praying, that Id see your face again.
I stood still and hoped that this was not how it would end.
Amongst the haze filled streets and urban decay
The sun finally set in such a wonderful way
And the words were there, but I could never convey
What it was that I really felt that day.
I stood there smiling, waiting to finally see you.
I stood there crying, knowing that this would start anew.
High above the buildings, where they look for go
Clock: Chapter 25
There is much lost in translation of thought to words spoken. Reflective eyes gaze out amongst the dust and rot of a world long forgotten. The last oil fields left amongst humanity, before their backs being put against the wall forced them into alternative methods of power consumption. Theres still quite a bit of oil to be found here, but its all worthless now. Back when Aiden was fighting to defend this place, oil was worth more than any precious metal.
This field is worth nothing. All the corpses that burned under the harsh son the children of purity, burned before the might of industry.
Technology has improved so much. Bombs are deadlier, and are better able to find their targets. Bullets are tougher, and can slice through any kind of armor. New methods of defying aging are advertised every moment for every facet of youth obsessed elderly fools.
Their planet is dying, but they dont care, its just a space to occupy.
New ways to live.
New ways to kill.
Clock: Chapter 24
As they mix about in pointless violent tedium, the blades from up above hold the strings at such a desperate length. So many pointless wars, so few real good reasons. The ideological struggles are so deeply rooted now in trends and economics, that bloodshed is seasonal in certain regions.
Aiden walks among the crowd and tries to figure out where hes going, but its not coming to him.
He wanders with a sharp pain in his false leg, but hes learned to deal with it. Its now just a dull throb to him, one thats never gone away.
There are so many reminders of a world he hates looking around him. What little resources people have left are still dedicated to the bottom line of quarterly sales charts. Animated billboards telling people how a certain brand of shoes or deodorant can get them laid, fashion advice mostly telling people that brands are everything, and are the only way your friends will know who you really are.
He waits at a cross walk, a dozen other slobs
DanceIn the lightning covered rain, I saw it all as plain as day
Neither of us could be happy, because neither of us would get our way.
In the mystifying lights that pranced so high up in the sky
I saw you in my arms, and then I saw a cruel goodbye.
The water on the ground, bounces back up to the sound
Of the arguments and places that are so well renowned.
So whats left but chance, and this dead romance?
I could be a part of you, if only you could be a part of me.
So whats left but chance, and this disgusting dance?
In the end we feel alone, even when were side by side.
Amongst the fire and the flames, that spread about fury and decay
Your eyes burned through me in quite an awkward display.
And as the flames burned so bright amongst this awful muggy night
I kept my words in my head, and did my best to stay polite.
What you incite with your words has only made me feel much worse
I understood that it was me, and there was no way to put this in reverse.
So whats left bu
Clock: Chapter 23
You never told me what your name is supposed to mean.
Living Electronic Xenogenesis. I am false, but I am and I have no idea how I came to be.
You said you had a hunch?
Not much just an assumption. Figuring that maybe something went wrong with a network agent, and that caused a splintering of its core, which then went off into the wide world of wires and signals eventually, information collected like a snowball running down a mountain, and the end result was me. I was not born like you one day, I was simply aware and that was it.
You came to be as what you are now no growth, no gradual development, no trial and error to be created with such an innate sense of knowledge.
Knowledge means nothing without the context, understanding is what I seek.
Then youve come to the wrong person.
I doubt that, Prophet.
Well have to finish this
Angel of JusticeI am the Angel 'Justice'
mine, fiercely sought after scales.
For in my balance
In my presence always
Satan does fail.
And, shall flee
should I be for thee.
For he knows, the time is at hand.
His fear is great
for I never deviate.
When the Lord hath spoken
I take command!
And I shall remain
unto the end of time,
slow, and precise, my chore.
That all may see
the truth rejoice.
I spread my wings
at the guilty's door!
Devil's ReignHe walks the earth
to and fro.
No one sees him as he walks.
Still he is there
as sure as the darkness.
He lives,he breeds, he stalks;
the innocent prey that he hunts
It is a wonderful time, indeed
to breath upon them the breath
disrupt their lives,
corrupt their seed.
In his hands are deciet
His mouth, dissembling.
To know him is to know death
darkness, prison and chains.
He warms your hands
with his strategems
...as slowly, you learn his name.
And you discover there is
no way out.
You have entered the devil's reign.
IntangibleYesterday...was a butterfly
a fragile, delicate jewel.
Given me, in nonchalance
used, like a careless tool...
Those days gone by like big white clouds
passed through serenity;
a time stood 'still'; captured and framed
in this place called memory.
Where birds sang, sweet and soft;
where the wind, caressed the tall grass.
Where innocence, was the eye of a doe;
a beauty, come to pass...
For there came a time for learning
the winds of change
whipped, and turned;
through all live 'unsuspecting'.
What the future can never relearn.
Queen of HeartsYou may be wondering as you read this
how she came to get her name.
The secret died with the man
she loved long ago
where today, her soul remains;
guarded and protected.
Beside him until the end of time.
There's no way - anyone
could break the chain
that binds her to his side.
..Though the Joker thought, he could win her
with his Jesters
three and four.
"The laugh of the town" thought they;
"Make her blood run cold".
The results, however, had startled him
so he crawled back on his knees;
bewildered by her, relentlessness
so prepared he, to beg, to plead.
But you're playing with the Queen of Hearts!
Don't attempt to 'begin' to amend!
Beaten at the start
with the rules
of your own game!
who knows all men.
ConfidenceCan you do it?
Only I can try.
Nothing can stand in my way,
Find the reason to stay.
Ignore the feelings of self doubt,
Don't give up.
Enter the barrier,
Nothing to lose.
Carry on and fight,
Everyone is waiting in the light!
The Labyrinth of Me (Complete)Restless in the stormy night.
Like candle flame unwaning light.
Bound to wander 'tween the worlds.
Waking dreams my mind unfurled.
Void of colour just shades of grey.
No-one here to guide my way.
Echoes of a man lost in a dream.
Porcelain statues unable to scream.
The labyrinth of me lies ahead.
Each step, each breath fills me with dread.
On every wall my portraits hang.
Each one painted with an honest hand.
The jesters and whores in the labyrinth taunt.
Defiling my hopes and reaping reward.
Those I left widowed fill me with scorn.
Can they not see that i am reborn?
My darkest deeds a book on a shelf.
Chapters of envy and ill gotten wealth.
Judges grinning while banging their gavels.
The pages before me the black book unravels.
Some pages are empty and others unclean.
Allowing you only to see the obscene.
Myself I am judge no lies to deceive.
Like a mirror reflecting my every misdeed.
The revelation of faces grinning before me.
They are all me both judge and jury.
A guilty verdict the
F L YYou fit so well into my pocket, little dove.
Won't you stay awhile?
I'll hold you in the night and love you in the morning.
I'll fix your broken wings and maybe one day
You'll fly away from me, into the sun and out of the dust.
I am what I eatso many choices
so little time
drive through slime
tomorrow I'll start over
clean and sober
back to my garden
back to my roots
delicious and satisfying
fresh veggies and fruits
next time I'm rushed
and wanting a treat
I'm going to remember
I am what I eat
An Era to Forgive
Out of the dark ages I come,
leaving the past behind.
Away from the pain, scars,
and my own demise.
Behind what I have put to rest,
a fire sparked from the ashes.
Hot and burning,
it claims what used to be mine....
I'm at peace with myself,
I've tasted my medicine.
Every day I live,
I learn to forget and forgive.
Let in the DayStanding around late at night
Cure disease, cure my blight.
Make sure things are alright.
Don't take a sudden turn
Don't dismiss the things you learn.
Take for granted all the things you love
Take advantage of everyone's trust.
Don't be looking around anymore
Get up off that damn floor
Move out of that rut you're in
Finally get things moving again.
Down the road, across the unknown
Lying on the floor licking your wounds
Open that window for a change
Let in some light, let in the day.
It's a new day; there are new things to see
The sun outside's so bright I couldn't believe.
Time to move, time to go, time to progress
There's no time left for you to regress.
The sun will shine, the moon will rise
Standing still doesn't mean the day won't go by.
There's not much time left to wander
But more then enough left to ponder.
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