Void Of Silence
			Human Antithesis


1. Human Antithesis

This is where the dream ends
where the soul of every man and woman is broken
where you carry your crippled children in hope of salvation
and lay them down to die
salvation does not came
where the worth you have
placed upon your life is finally revealed as nothing
your weeping and wailing shall assauge no god
let these words echo deep in your heart
for you shall hear them
again and again
cease your weeping and wailing
no one can hear you
my words will cut your flesh like a knife.

You can pray to God
You can pray to Allah
to whomever
He will not hear you
he cannot hear you
your empty prayer
embrass yourself
like some infected junkie
searching for a fix.
God is a needle
God is rasted razor
the filth in this world.

Children, I call you to war
was it for this your ancestors died?
Was it for this the land was stained blood red.
Here and now we face the end of all things,
the final and the absolute.
Planting seeds within
the nuclear generation, planting hope where there was none.
A hope that we may sweep all beforens and crush their memory.
The say there is nothing left in this world worth fighting for, nothing left in this world to dying for...
This is a lie. 
There is so much to fight for, so much to die for. 
There is one true enemy in this world, 

do i need to say it ? do I need to stain the air with it's name ? to soil the page ?A father sees his children cry out, blind they flock, dead to the
world. He sees his women, wailing and weeping. The mothers of all tragedy and I your brother a broken man curse the day I was born. I ask, what price the
martyred man ? who's hand is turned by the grinding wheels of history. I ask, a simple question. Who shall stand and who shall fall, whose deeds shall
become song and who's words shall become song ?...


2. Grey Horizon (MPH MMIV)

do the months change?
do the years pass?
it's felt like the same day
for the whole of my life.
I've had one of those dream again
where all I can see
is a grey horizon
no sun breaking the monotony 
a dream devoid of colour,
devoid of sound
where I am
only greeted by blanks faces
drones
grinding the gears
of the grey machine


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4. To A Sickly Child

You are a sickly child
Without the strength
To meet the weight of this world
Where did we go wrong?
how did we go wrong?
What shall the solution be?it is not for me to say how 
the sick shall meet 
their end yet they shalland they shall...and they shall let me take
the air from your lungs
that vapid poisonlet me be the finger on the trigger
sick, sick childwhose ills no mothers love could ease
let me be your sanctuary I am your refuge,
look into my eyes,my child and realise
you are looking dowm the barrel of a gun


5. Dark Static Moments

I feel like I've Been Going
nowhere in my life for years
All these empty promises
empty threats.
it was such a dark static moment when we met.
nothing felt right, maybe thats why 
I went so far, too far,
beyond sorrow, pain or lust.
the empty silences in our forced conversation
trying to be what I cannot be
I never felt so alone in my entire life
so alone and desperate to be somewhere else
what in this world can change me?
what in this world can rouse me
form my sleep
my eyes may be open but I see nothing
my mouth may be open but it is not words I am forming
not in any language
you can undestand
I hear what you are saying
but it makes no sense to me, it never did
how did I come to this?
When did I start, dead to the world
the word is black and white in my soundless dreams
there is nothing I can do so carve me up one last time
and leave me for the dogs
I have no pity for these grey lines
no remorse and no pity
that carve me up and sell my soul
what is worth? is it worth your love or your compassion?
I think you know the answer
every time I dream
I seem to leave it all standing at some deserted train station
waiting, watching
with and old timetable in my hand
willing another cold morning
in another city
or another sunset surrounded by strangers waiting, watching
I need somewhere to rest my head.


6. CXVIII