On Whims of War

Thine ire doth envenom my soul—treachery 
Rusted clocks of Armageddon toll in screams of misery
Myriad tarns of crimson red, blanketing cold tyranny
Mindless throngs of acquiescence storm the earth in false piety     

Venomous, perfidious, lancing flesh with daggers of cant 
Ordained lie, hypocrisy, dissolving many to one—legions of subservience
Prey on the weak, envisioned automaton scourge  
Preemptive strike upon intrinsic morality      

Knotted social fabrication, grasp for faith in desperation
Succumb to indoctrination, prey to forgery 
Soiled dove of warring essence, whoring out our independence—can you see the lie? 

Propaganda tainting unalienable liberation, rights defiled, impunity, admonish enlightenment 

Our hearts remain the principal theatre of war 

Assimilated mouthless warriors, defending the arcane whims of imperial sovereignty
See through fogged lenses of the status quo. Must we forget that free will lost is slavery?  

Marching toward our sepulchers in ranks of blatant callousness
Trade our lives for abstract ideology, none to serve the truth     
Where have we lost our unfettered freedoms so pure?
Never again to see beyond proximate illusionary biases

Exhume autonomy from inert appeasing minds 
Never to question faith, nor intrusive servants of evil   
Corpses drained of inspiration kneel before supremacy
Consciousness imprisoned in dungeons of customary confirmation    

Oppressing converted flesh, to fulfill prophesies of false destiny   
Sow the seed of righteous anger, lest we smite our discretion
Dissection of subjective thought, heed not the fallacy in question 
Conquering our moral failures, maxims of truth dishonored

Retroactive paranoia consecrating active hatred, passive lives maligned in flames of rage