Herald back herald back--
come hither now my beauteous slithering children
let the calls of the bellsman resound throughout this airy day
do not fear or stop or languish
for in those moments is where you will indeed face despair
you will face the demons that have haunted you
that have always held back beneath your shadow waiting
waiting so that they can plague you again with their memories,
do not fear the things that come naturally to you, do not fear to
speak your mind
for you have never stopped from living this life, and now it is
the time to express them-
for as the sun does waver in the sky, and the clouds of deceit
have strangled the moon,
ever forth more then now is the time that you have been called
In this new age of humanimality we must call forth our aching
archetypes and gods
Herald the Woodsmen who has crafted these furnishings and
boats left for shiprot!
Herald the Ironman who has crafted these old and rusty
Herald forth the Gunsman to lay lead into the rifling bursts of
Herald forward the Philosopher in a time of war with an arrow
Herald the Prince in flowing gown that as a babe must take to
Herald the Miller who has ground down the wheat for our
bread on this glorious day!
Herald the Brewer to lay the wine upon our thirsty and
whose whispers and hungry breaths are trampling on this well
manicured path of lies,
an army of men who have a purpose, and I among them
singing there songs of revolt,
Herald the Archer, whos missiles shall sail into the night, strait
Herald the Oarsmen with their backs into the movement of
waves around our flight!
Herald the Nigger whose chains have only served to
strengthen his bonds of hate!
Herald the Miner who down within the caverns of hell is
gaining us ore!
Herald the Reaper to come and clean this battlefield of your
Herald back! Herald forth! HERALD BE HEARD
THROUGH THE STREETS OF ALL OF THIS!
Herald back the days in which men were men and their desires
were that of what they have made
its rotting, this sham of an existence, this comfort that you
imbibe, these reality shows,
these reality travelling wagons of sex and laughter,
materialism and gluttony,
reality for sale! reality for sale! buying and bottling,
churning and spawning
eat your reality this day with a bit of sand from the ocean
drink your reality with no threat that it will cease,
for this bottle, this hard tack of reality is endless, for are
realities are set to collide
and this is the big bang youve been teaching, this is the last
sound of a hanged mans descent,
this is the boom that will finally make a difference in your life,
boom boom boom, the loud
brilliant bursts of iron and gunpowder, the glorious rebirth of a
chaos in motion,
to let the sagging earth bury the dead bury
their secrets and social contracts,
bury the ideas and notion that have brought us this horrible
facade, bury this complacency,
bury all of our ideologues, bury all of our riches and our
reimagine the map we inherit
from the bones of these lesser sanctioned, from the bones of
the fallen wrongs,
for if truth is power, then our messages shall kill millions,
our truth will bury your fathers,
your brothers, you closest known ideas, but do not stop, if you
stop then you will be buried as well
Tied to the millstone of acceptance, we have now finally
crystallized that acceptance will not come.
It does not matter whether you do nothing, it does not matter if
you have doubted yourself,
it will not matter in the hunt for something new, something
chaotic, a burst, boom boom boom!
Aim high to the heavens our orbs and guns, level this
terrestrial mess with your tongues of righteousness
call forth all of those that seek to conquer, that seek to find a
good within this earth,
for we will never gain anything from the bones of hindus, we
shall never attain buddha in cash,
a flower will never see the light of day in these dark times as a
flower is supposed to be enjoyed,
destroy your television controlled mind, destroy your internet
masturbation sessions, destroy these children,
for these children will learn to destroy us, they will be
instructed to do so when we are old and feeble.
The new generation of children will not save us. The new
generations of this filth will do nothing to solve.
We the last few broken and wicked, the last tie to the older
days of humans, must destroy to save ourselves.
You cannot sleep enough to be rested for this battle, for sleep
will only succumb you to the violence.
You cannot prepare yourself ready for this oncoming
onslaught, because they will be heavily prepared.
Herald forth ! Herald back oh children of Adam !
We cannot lose our appendages more ferverently, we cannot
lose our minds if they inhabit them!
Cut now, Cut often, Cut down those realities around you till
there is only but one, you, meagre in survival,
breathing barely, hungry, tired, and staring at it, looking
directly at what we have come to create.
And we have only but one option now to save our souls from
their planned destruction, we must fight! raise up now,
high minded, in great numbers, and fight them to they are no
longer sharing the same breath we take.
You are screaming over the airwaves, you are screaming at the
bars, you are screaming at your young ones,
you are from the bottom of your heart tired used up and
disgusted with all of this around you.
You are not an irreplaceable cog until they have buried you.
You are a human until you die.
I am with you my beautiful brethren of this earth, I am with
you in the streets, in the pulpits, in the pits,
I am with you in America, for I sat up all night and talked to
her about you, and she hopes that you will listen,
I am here with you now in the solitude, in the dark burdens of
uncertainty, I am hear with you aching.
I am here with you in the mountains with your songbirds and
cold nights, I am here with you in the riverbeds
snaking around the burdens of coast, I am here with you on
the roads ongoing mileage, I am here.
I am here with your mother who wishes with all of her
omnipotent milk, I am here with your brother hand in hand.
I am here in the lies that you swallow, in the information they
spoon feed you,
I am here to take back the spoon.
They have taken from you, They have stolen out your heart
and cursed it with their evil sorcery.
They have pissed in your throat and told you that it
was ambrosia, they have manufactured your angst, your love.
They have handcuffed you to new economies and titles, They
have convinced you this is the best way to go.
Humans we must converge! We must assemble now! We must
discuss all that has been stolen, and seek to tear it back.
We must not be worried about kindness, for they have been
unkind to you, to all that you possess.
We must not be burdened by the guilt laid upon us by the
supposed sin of the less civilized, WE ARE UNCIVIL.
Civil disobedience has been locked away into a prison state.
Gandhi was left for dead on the railroad tracks.
We must dispose of these tyrants that seek to pigeonhole you,
We must bury their uncontrolled power with ours.
We have the arms to give, We have the means to destroy. We
are the destroyers renewed.
We are the hungry nucleus of a blackhole to swallow this
bullshit around us.
Herald forth ! Herald on ! Scream from your anonymous soul
loud that they will no longer control us!
now! It is time for the murder of control