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The Banner of DreamsI walk through the city, Flanked by concrete titans, Children playing beneath their stare, And I bathe in the false light of the neon, Sickly pale in the light of night.The Banner of Dreams
Something wicked this way comes, The reek of the rotting PLASTICSUN, But something can be done.
Let us leave this place, Of false light, of plastic and concrete, Let’s leave it, And fold out the banners of dreams, The banners of love, Let us throw down the metal we coax, Let us abandon the concrete cells, Our REVOLUTION, an endless rainbow,
Our bombastic revolt
by ~Rasje
Plastic MenI saw them walking towards me, the plastic clad machines. They had once had faces, but now were only empty eyes, behind the heavy glass, and grim smiles, behind the metal oxygen-purifier. They are now nothing but plastic, glass and metal, moulded to fit the shape of a man, but less than that in all respects. They come to us, as we stand shoulder-by-shoulder, proclaiming our independence. They don’t hate us. They don’t love us. They still beat us. The beat of the baton, and the cloud that has us crying, is the sound and smell of the future.Plastic Men
Of synthetic freedom. Freedom to do what you want, as long as you tick as you should an
by ~Rasje
Just a thoughtI feel like a guy with an itch Right in the place he can’t reach Too innocent I feel like the man that got stuck With his head inside a rubberduck Too silly (but fatal) I feel like a guy A man A child A kid A person A thing That is meant to understand And to know and to think I feel like I’m lost in a foreign city Where all the signs are written In languages like Implicitean And I only understand ExpliciteanJust a thought
I feel like a hindoist In the cowslaughter Too religious I feel like a vegetarian &
by ~Rasje
Shit and pissEver felt that your world’s a machine, That you can almost hear the gears move, And that the whistle of the guillotine, Is just a mistake in otherwise flawless design? Of executive selectionary favourisation?Shit and piss
We’re playing their game (and they have all the good cards), And they piss us up and down the back, And then throw us outside into the cold. “I aren’t letting no egocentric, paranoid prima Donnas, Rule my world and life while saying: We’re the utmost authority, because we say so.”
You may call me insane, Or paranoid,
by ~Rasje
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