“The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies”
“The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies”

I'd been running away for so long

and I've finally caught myself

between the reflection in the mirror

and what walks among the living dead.

A monster on a journey that you can't comprehend,

a closed book that you can't ever read.

In demagogic agony I’ve finally met myself,

survived myself and left myself again.

Born anew, a new grind has arisen,

open wide for everyone to see.

Born from a barren ground,

a womb six feet deep and wide,

from inside a cold coffin

decorated with cut-off voodoo skulls and bones.

I’m the resurrection man,

from the seven fires a jackal-borne,

delivered into this sycophantic world

of a obsequious surrogate of reactions.

Drunk from the milk

that comes out of the xenon tit,

the "liquid of life" pouring from the state that lies and steals,

that hides and kills,

the young, the old, the seekers of truth.

You take your dreams and smash them to bits,

in copious amounts of a dull fever pitch.

A complete matricide, a vivid amnesia,

choking on your addictive drinks and amphetamines,

guilty insomniacs.

A coup d’état, you’re forgetful and blind,

I’ll cut open your eyes

to realize the real lies,

in a world full of narcissistic masquerades

to overthrow the senile men of power.

We the animals, hear the agonizing screams for help that won’t cower.

You suffer from a manufactured envy,

perpetually unsatisfied by design,

a sinking ship of fools,

it’s time to break the paradigm.

An industrial impulse, parametric lies,

commercial degradation

of the basic human life.

In utter subjugated personification

of an automated system,

murdered slowly in increments of time,

reclamation, venom burns inside.

"Leaders of men", a God complex,

distrust and disgust, a natural gag reflex.

Paradise lost, desolated,

in truth we believe,

the resurrected common sense.

Insurrection and independence

from rusty modern shackles

that for years we painfully bled through.

Still echoes and always will,

a legacy of colapse

no more the shameful house of the rats.
['Dejan Nashoku']
['Resistance', 'Poetry On Medium', 'Oppression', 'Rebellion', 'Freedom']