APOCALYPSE KISS

You can´t smell the end. It treats itself to bible proficies.

Can you stop the rain, seduce nature save us all.

Can you smell the smoke, put out this human fire, put out these toxic obsessions.

Can you bring the rain, seduce nature just for one more decade.

You can´t taste the end that´ll go to all the children.

Temptation wasn´t enough, those burning hearts ached for savage consumption.

Pretending like some infant game that we´d never run out, sustainability a nursery rhyme economic

 suicide.

Can you feel the heat. And our luxury melts our spoilt creme faces.

We are gods indigestion, and if he´s a man we are his impotence.

Imagine the land clear of trees. Our fantasy is a disease, yellow land barren as a robot CEO´s

 bald head.

Imagine the chemical rivers without oxygen, you´ll love the new model..

All we want is more romantic plastic, all we want is more erotic usage, all we want is potent fuel.

Watch the factories, the growing deserts your homes somewhere in between.

You can´t hear the cries for hunger, wasting your food like the monarch of abundance.

You wont hear the cries for thirst, parched throats so you can have a new one.

Western smiles fill the sky, trust lips and teeth will see us fry. Exploit this land until it´s permanent

 wilting point. And wait until the angels come down to replenish it.

See this world get eaten fast, complain of the misery in first class.

Look into the face of the dying child and the guns outside his slum.

Look into your super mediocrity and open some more christmas presents.

Can you see the fires engulfing some neighbouhood nearby. No guilt, no conscience.

The flames marching like red hot fascist phantoms in the interests of the earths demise.

Our sons and daughters be forever after deprived so industry gets to take it for a ozone layer

 destroying testdrive.

Dehydration and dust for the future of us all.

Tremble like you care when there´s no longer fresh food anywhere.

Explosions throughout the city centres, black ash covers our tongues as we speak.

Waves of heat dehydrate the last attempts at agriculture. Sweltering fields of dried leaves.

Reduced to the morals of sinister vultures.

You can´t smell the end, your senses stolen by our institutions of economy:

 Car Advertising, Coca cola, fashion and Religion.

                 PALE PURPLE RIVER

Pale purple like the faded rock, on the shores.

Above the rock circling gulls soar.

 Pale purple like my stomach lining.

Up to my dry throat and down my spine.

The noises of the night raging and declining.

Preventing my slumber.

The raging dawn, barking dogs, car horns.

First light through crimson cloud, the morning warns.

My early thought flows down the purple river.

Fresh and cold my preoccupations shiver.

My old ideas pale and mundane collect on jagged edges.

Of the river that reflects emotion and dreams.

ANTISOCIAL(33 stung in virginia) His eyes surrounded by darkness. Appearing as two angry wasps illuminated by hate´s fusion. His eyes see through the clouded nights. Into a city of confusion. His serpent slithers down and dawn breaks. The echo of traffic bounces off concrete structures. And morning awakes. Human habitants walk pretending to be more or less. He laughs at their fear as each hour it progresses. His angry wasp like eyes aflame, his neck and shoulders expose their veins. Watching unforgivingly society clinging to it´s decadance. He laughs hysterically at their fear. His laughter echos off those concrete structures. He sends his snake that slithers past midday, that slithers into a mind unstable. The puppets hand finds a gun. Peoples panic replace his laughter. The puppets finger finds the trigger, his laughter become their terror.                   HALF PAST CRAZY Half past crazy the psychologist says. The creature inside destroyed the inner child! The hour struck, perception defiled. Beserk has it´s perks at a quarter past wild. Tortured souls, onlookers of madness´s reign! Outside the minds ghost town the lunatic is playing. No logic fits into the mind of the insane. The imagination rips and gives way,  to dimensions of hazardous mystery.                  MALNUTRITION Tied up in a cruel gesture. Dirty hair, clean gun, loose black jacket, sharp fingernails. Yellow dim light in the city at night. Ragged birds follow shadows into long dark alleys. Rancid winds blow around abandoned warehouses. Sparks fly from damaged electric lines. Derelict houses, streets of waste and grime. Broken windows, boarded up doors. Steel structures rusted to the core. In this damp city decay searches for you. Through toxic smoke and mildew gloom.                     MARTIAL LAW Lots of rotting trees, people save a piece for me! Many dead dogs in the street of summer heat. Festering in an artful heap. Excrement covers the screen of vision. Broken hearts on the march. We need to find the goat, it escaped it maybe free. Punishments the solution, the lynchmob does agree. Seek out the victim, but people save a piece for me. Under the order of the shriveled rose prophecy.