Alchemisland

White gives to red

Red, red surrender

Bottles upended

Dawn roused to a wet bed, again

Hope turns to dread

Noble words unsaid

Fitting lips unmet

February is gelid

Temperature gone unsteady

Home is a mindset, a mindset at an end

Blowing out the last ember and it’s always winter next

Can’t read Teletext without shaking legs

So shocked I down the dregs and retire to rest

With a damp cloth Rambo-wrapped around my head

I wanted to go out and help but I sit in instead

Earth’s latest Yelp review “I wish I was dead”

And one from the aliens “This place should be condemned” 

What makes this rotten world go around? Well, bread

Look at these petulant Base Details majors, hardly well-bred

Hardly fit to represent themselves, let alone the rest

Sullying flags, dirtying crests with soul-lessening hatreds

Walking where ancestors tread, not one hundred

Years since we were here last; on His bedside trestle

Table a folder, bound in sable, marked Final Solution

The worst, the worst of us are able

To muster, worse than the gusto and jingoism

Worse than the mustard gas, the armies mustering

Like the Rohirrim having slain invading westerlings

Betrayed like the Freys feel vis-à-vis Jeyne Westerling

Upside-down kiss in acid rain, politicians keeping us like butterfly collections

Currently swimming inadvisable due to strong currents

They destabilise the currency but get their own bag out, a regular occurrence

We followed the money and found sordid obsessions, ephebic delectations

On an island Babylon-sinning, the leaders of our nations worship Satan

Only one way such sick cravings can be sated

And it has nothing to do with dove wings and haloes

Siren singing in their eager-out silos, the payloads 

Evil rearing, teeming and thronging, froglike demons don’t need to lay low

Open scheming, malefic rays beaming, machines implanting dreams

The age of owning nothing for money, the age of streaming

The age of weaved steam, like the timeline we saw whilst Soul Reaving

Dreamcast, yeah, but out into the sea 

Before a horrified crowd of acolytes, the deified leader is revealed

As none other than the Devil’s sequel

Is it sickness or vaccines driving up these fevers

Is it thickness or vanity activating these believers

This is what you get when the dominant philosophy is me first

Dustclouds and scree, dead bees, and constant thirst

Everything always getting worse

Betrayal, betrayal, a neverending story, Atreyu

Many of these terrible events are arranged, leaders betray you

A villain, that’s how they portray you; you’ve been framed

Queue at the glass, get pills on a tray

The war is about class, they use force, rubber bullets and gas

Crust punks with bandanas as masks know their task

Know their tracked for not paying tax and drinking loads of cans

If they’re our saviours, any day could be the last day

A freedom that looks and smells a lot like slavery

I don’t think we’ll ever be saved, with leaders who slather

Lather with saliva a nude-as-Godiva child, whips and leather

These troglodytes our betters, the once-great Terran place in fetters

Word-based oppression, pressure on the head but light as a feather

Made us all worse at reading until we became feckless, read as threatless

Far from the maze’s centre and I’m already threadless

Slight bit of uphill and I’m already breathless

Pregnant with black bile and horror, I need to get legless in dive bars

To be able to face tomorrow, every microsecond of time is borrowed

Space in my heart yet for hope, a shrine, a hollow

The worst of us net one hundred million followers

Own nothing, own nothing, always be a borrower

So They can lenders be, the only thing that made Jesus

Violent was usurers wheeling and dealing inside

Problems you can deal with wielding a scythe

We must all choose the right side

We need to break the wheel and cleanse corruption with fire

Let reeds of rabid flame lick higher, enough to blacken the sky

It’s time to grab these sly guys by the scuff and see if they can fly

If you can you’ll survive; otherwise it’s goodbye

A pie that size and you didn’t get a single slice

That many engorged throats swollen with lies, waiting to be sliced

In my scabbard I harbour the perfect device

Shaved bald like you had lice or fucked nazis in your spare time

Go medieval on it, try and bleed out vices from these weedy spiders

Spy drones like ghost riders by the rainmakers, time biding

Until the time to unleash their unmanned violence

Through a displaced roof tile I spy the pilot

I’m prying open the third of three eyelids

A gas vent hissing, my writhing priestess of Isis

Redhaired because she’s Irish, stylish because she’s mine

Destructive regeneration, when ruination is constructive; see the Nile

Crocodiles, turbulence, a fertilising slime left behind

This train has derailed and made Dickens deranged

On our knees praying in our hidden place

We need arms and armour, grenades and gun crates

Learned to shoot and squad up through Arma

There’s gonna be a big explosion soon, you better brace

Revolutionary creeds you must embrace

Before Grace is gone; before they end our race

They tested food and drink, it all contained

Massive amounts of cancer-causing plastic traces

They’re all snakes, out in vile flotillas searching for slaves

Pregnant women tortured on staves, all of them like Francis Drake

The state of the world today, your kids are gonna waste away

Trapped inside the black mirrors, these fatal frames

It seemed like fun and escapades until there was no escape, no getaway

A close scrape with a faceless neighbour

Like an old timey sailor rattling my sabre

Looking toward the houses of powers, shouting “Prepare to be boarded, Matey!”

It’s all fake, they’re on the take, all of it bankrolled by CIA

Nothing in space, no aliens, but a manufactured invasion

Antichrist, most of us will praise him

Most will take His mark, they need to make sales

You’ll keep saying soon but Hotel California, you’ll never get away.