EMPTY EYES. In a world this cold, it's hard to be a fire when you're born against an icy wall that you could never be enough to break. I've seen what we can become, what we're capable of, and how long it takes to learn to be yourself. Empty eyes, empty fate. I've seen you take her hand, like she was yours, glazed over drunken eyes (empty) rolling back and forth. Yeah, I've felt helpless before, but not empty like you pulling her through that door, as she mouthed “help me” through the window. Empty eyes, empty fate. And I wanted you to die. For a second, I wished there was a god, and a hell that I could send you to, but there's nothing, just like you. Empty eyes, empty fate. And in your empty eyes, your empty fate awaits, your empty soul, worthless.

THE INVISIBLE HAND. A master plan, hatched with a fatal flaw. Empire's crumble under the weight of it all. A sudden darkness, rising fast, razing a structure never fated to last. Our consumption, like a cancer on the world. Stolen resources, leaving eco-systems destroyed. Built on violence, hatred bred through greed and fear. Wars waged in the name of excess and realized through deceit and lies. Forced from birth to buy our lives from politicians, police and priests, who sell nothing but lies. A war with ourselves, a war we can not win, an endless void, lost before it begins. It must be easy to justify your wealth through trickle down theory so you don't hate yourself. Well, you don't have to, because we already do, and that shallow oversight will be the death of you.

ANIMALS. I can't forget their cries of misery. I wont forgive atrocities. When I look into their eyes all I feel is rage for the animals. Humanity should be ashamed for allowing this slavery continued unchallenged for so many years. No act of forgiveness can ever right this wrong. Agony felt for so fucking long. The animals are not our slaves.

THERE IS NO HELL BUT WAR IS CLOSE. At the hands of our will, she meets her end. Covered in blood wounded chest broken bones cut of breasts raped and left there for dead. Caught in between, revolution and greed, an atrocity waged in a war fueled by need to control those who differ from what we believe. At the hands of our will. Our empathy, overshadowed by lust. White lines dollar signs and a cross to distract from a view beyond what we can touch. The flame of humanity's dead, as darkness sets in. Unless we rekindle what burns inside us, sacrificing false needs for a more humane life. At the hands of our will. As long as we believe in absurdities we will continue to commit atrocities.

SWORDS. Aerial drones and robot soldiers with guns, grenades and predetermined codes. When their control center crashes they have minds of their own. Remote controls in cowards hands, war machines deployed to rape the land. Prime directive: exterminate. Hide behind a screen while you destroy families, a new type of arms race for wealthy countries.

DELUSIONS. Liar. There's nothing sacred, no deeper meaning in your faith, your prayers aren't worth more than atheistic beliefs. Guilt handed down from sin at birth to destroy our minds and spirits, hides the truth. An empire built on a cross. Paraded and exploited hungry masses consumed by false acclamations, with evil eyes and sharpened teeth, a thirst for power. Lies. Delusions of grandeur. There's nothing god has, you can't find within yourself. We're not in debt for our existence and you don't have to hate yourself and waste your love on what we all know is just a hoax. There is no god.