Alchemisland

Pain can be controlled, managed and eventually vanquished

You just need to take thirty liver-mushing capsules daily

Don’t mind the fact you’ll crap out granite hard stools

That’s just part of the healing movement

Trying to manoeuvre your way out of being human

Surgeries that make your soul impure

Removing my tattoos so the sigils are occluded to vision

Facial recognition tech peg you among a million from a distance

No point growing a beard pretending you’re hidden

No point even existing, city is a fissure, a rank cyst

Their missiles never miss, call that consistent

Black ops mission the sadistic misuse of taxpayer dollars on black ops issues

Nobody can undo the system, its invisible existence keeps its worst elements hidden

But no less insidious and pitiless, I follow a trail of incident to the middle of the city

An indigent I disturb from rest with visible breath gives me directions, he says it’s a mess

Up there venture only at your peril but I have to keep going, follow the money, that’s payroll

Rolling along on tank tracks the patrol robots react savagely to lapses, security laxity

They have their phasers set to maximum, don’t fudge it or you’ll get body bagged, axe 

To fall I’m up and over the wall quicker dodging than I recall moving before, low to the floor

Like a skirting board, skirting around the borders they are haunting, assaultive trawlers

Total war it’s a ruined future, the boot-stomped face of the looted human 

His wounds unsutured, his soul unsuited to the fit-inducing neon pollution

No more heroes, all against all, gristle and fire and first to the wall

A line of rifles, some armed with blanks that guilt can be denied

Culpably, the cup of blood fills because the blood is running free

Like Iron Maiden said back in the heyday of speed metal, Venom

These guys they’re made of black metal and evidently malevolent

Strange metal alloys present in their make-up allow them to soak-up

Damage that would otherwise scramble these expensive assets

Take half one of these and see how fast a night can be, freaking out

In the cubicles, gnawing at my cuticles until my nails can’t scrape

Or get purchase to turn a page, we’re all out but I’m getting turned away

350 BPM, I’ve had speed and three black rums with red BPM

Dancing blindly to violent EDM, lasers in black space strikeback Empire.