I don’t want love
I want hope and illumination
I don’t want love
I want sorcery and reprobation
I don’t want love
I don’t know what it is anymore
Call it will, call it anonymous
call it how you see it, transparent as hell.
like fish in a barrel they can shoot me at will
And I will gawp as the bullet takes off half my face
leaving me bleeding all over the place and I will
write I never had the will to fight but I did not shirk away
I stood my ground and took my place amongst the stupid
the majority that wonder why they are in a minority when
fortune comes calling all around them but they cut themselves shaving
every morning for the same fucking pay doing it the same fucking way
every fucking day.
Illumination? Illumination?
Can I show you heaven and hell? If I do I am in a minority
because no longer do we belong on pews in religious order and politics
takes care of the few and I wonder what I wonder really when its
really all Jean Paul Satre. I do not believe I do believe we are all in trouble
there is no bubble, except for those that choose to hide from it
Those who do not scream, those who do not die, those who do not lie.