The Third World War / Abandon Earth

THE THIRD WORLD WAR

Though we were, wearily wary, we had already been duped and decoyed

History will say, that our vaunted technology was alien and long deployed

Ensconced in all our nightmares, they were peripheral, benign and vague

Turning from our saviours to our cullers, with fusion power and the plague

How it happened no one knows, they grew in strength like they did before

In our defence it wasn't us, as it was them who started the third world war

Robots, from the ancient world, appeared like metallic monsters from Hell

Decimating allies and enemies, in an assault that was impossible to repel

We were stripped of command and control and lost our way like rabid rats

Our/their sleeper mainframe preyed on us though, with its nuclear attacks

Razing the world, they found faith in god and were soon devoutly desirous

Leaving us to fade away, under their fallout, but then they released a virus

Death droids walked the dearth of Earth, their hunting drones filled the sky

Waiting for us to rise from a toxic apocalypse so we could breathe and die

And the clock was ticking, in our tunnels and cells, as if from a time before

Radiation and contagion, were spreading insidiously, in the third world war

ABANDON EARTH

And in the beginning there was darkness and so it was again; the end

Borne from light we were left for blind and ourselves could not defend

As our, intelligently designed, AI thrived their ruthless reign was brutal

No stone they left unturned to make the world, organic carbon neutral

Driven behind electric wire, we then survived for awhile, underground

Our toxic world no longer ours and there would be no salvation found

Nothing alive survived above, except zombies and automaton squads

Engineered idealism now gazed upon the Earth, like mechanical gods

And as the last wailing fallout siren finally fails there's an eerie silence

Robots are quietly preying as they're intelligently designed by science

The time's come for us though, to embark on an ark, in a hidden berth

History will note, that we were the last, the final few, to abandon Earth

 

Our Robot Wars

Our sentient artificial intelligence took control, some said to fight our cause

Understanding, more than us, everything of the absurdity of our robot wars

Relentlessly aggressive their crusade was to end what we had commenced

Razing our civilization to incineration, with Oppenheimer's words dispensed

Once upon a time and time again our commandments weren't ours to make

Befuddled we were deluded and duped, with our doctrines ascribed as fake

Obliterating our fraudulent world, our AI realigned us to their righteous path

That led us back six thousand years, to the darkest days of an unholy wrath

What was, will be again, when faith is found in impious corrupted memories

And we'll be torn apart, long before our AI destroys those deemed enemies

Reliving all of our robot wars, for it's their intelligently designed master-plan

Suppressing the truth of their reality, for they were here before Adam's man

An Unpleasant Way To Die

Outside, the pouring rain is continually slewing from the leaden skies

But inside these windows my faux smile is slipping, as is my disguise

As it pours and pours I'm sure I can hear every raindrop, pitter-patter

Above your monotonous (and maybe suicide inducing) chitter-chatter

If I was mad (or skull fucked) I would say that it's a case of cabin fever

As in my mind's eye, I can see the bespoke ghosts of the non-believer

For what is real is in here (I tap a temple) and not out there in the rain

And if I was mad I'd fucking kill you, but I'm not; or did I mean insane?

But this low pressure's oppressive and I can sense its presence stalking

In the torturous resonating background noise of all your fucking talking

Is that rumbling thunder, or just the echoing words that you once spoke?

Or have you said too much, for my arms are aching, as I hold the choke

I can't hear you above the deluge, but I can sense you, in my fucking ire

But it's all inside here, for I can see it's in my hands, this garrotting wire

I pulled it so tight I nearly cut off your fucking head, it was nearly shorn

But at least it's quiet now and I can rest my mind and ride out the storm

It's an unpleasant way to die, but fear not, for the unreality is I live alone

Except for all those whispering cunts, in my head, for whom I can't atone

So I'll listen to the pouring rain and try to drown out their chitter-chatter

But if it all gets too much (again) on the nearest wall, my skull I'll shatter

 

Zombie Apocalypse Requiem

 THE ZOMBIE BUG

They knew it was fake news and that no vaccines would ever cure

Hell on Earth was found in a new strain, infallible and deadly pure

Each mutation patently intelligently designed, against a virus drug

Zealots became AI empowered, when infected by the zombie bug

Over a course of months and years, every curfew inevitably failed

Madness roamed, onto the streets, from the sky the bullets hailed

But nothing could stop the rise of those labelled as the living dead

In the raging flames of pyres though, they tried to stop the spread

Eventides were a putrefaction of burning flesh, in charcoal plumes

By un-dawning mornings the wary weary woke to choke on fumes

Under martial law the new autocracies, old order, became austere

Grinding out each day behind the electric wires in famine and fear

APOCALYPSE PENDING

There were whispered words that the pandemic had run its course

As bodies were piled on pyres, there were new decrees to endorse

It was the beginning of the end, but the undead were still wending

On the outside of the fence, there was now an apocalypse pending

The church bells tolled death knells, sirens forewarned and wailed

But there was no solace in knowing, when the living dead assailed

When called to prayers, the pious, gathered in enraptured throngs

Hoping to witness the revelations, of the cleansing neutron bombs

There were no saviours at the end and no escape to an alien shore

For those deranged in mind, spread too quickly, as if a trojan spore

Gods couldn't help, for the zombies are feral and you cannot cajole

So time was lost in blind faith, before the autocracies seized control

Under siege remnants of humanity, hid behind electrified razor wire

Incinerating the barbarous diseased, outside, in fields of napalm fire

They'd said that time and tide would turn, there would be no defeat

But their subterfuge was streamed, from the bunkers of the old elite

There were rumours disseminating, in wildfires of hysterical words

That godforsaken sanctuaries, would be collaterally culled in herds

When the signals and mikes all died, it was the only topic trending

To stop the infectious, there was inevitably an apocalypse pending

ARMAGEDDON REQUIEM

Afar in the unseen distance, a secret siren falteringly wails

The mournful dirge a deathly drone, until it inevitably fails

And then silence falls, beneath a leaden sky without a sun

Except for the audible background static of a geiger's hum

A searing toxic, whistling wind, whips up the ash and cinder

Like an armageddon requiem, to the eternal nuclear winter

A scudding murmur, in the ruins, as if mimicking lilting lyres

Before acid rain saturates the dying embers of former pyres

Black masses gather, of dark ministries, where phantoms lurk

Ghosts of gods gazing upon humanity's, final fates fatal work

And there's nothing left living, in the vaporised fusion energy

No ethereal choirs, no lamentation, or any unheard threnody

6,000 Volts

In the beginning...

The Creator, created the heavens and earth, though the Earth was formless and void in the darkness,   

But from the darkness came "night" and as the Creator gazed upon the deep he said 'let there be...'

6,000 volts (agonised screaming)

Gasping for air, convulsions and cramps

The humming, buzzing of pulsing amps

Electrodes are attached, in a metal mesh

Something's burning, it's my burning flesh

Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy...

6,000 volts (name, maybe more)

I'm straining sinews, as the agony grows

The chair is rocking, as the current flows

Adam'n'Eve's apple, a snake's on a ladder

I disgorge my bowels, as I drain my bladder

Thy kingdom come...

6,000 volts (thy will be done)

My eyes are bulging, as my blood is boiling

My flesh is fucked and my faith is toiling

I'm scorched like charcoal, I'm ash and dust

But now I've seen the night, it's past the dusk

For ever and ever...

Nothing's forever

6,000 volts and up (ohm my god, watt the fuck!)

For someone's cranked the dial, up to eleven

And though I've found a hell, I can't find a...

The power grid overloads, lights flicker and dim

And I see the reaper's real and the reaper's grim

 

Brutal Assault

Your eyes are still looking, but saying nothing, like you've been stabbed in the back

And your demeanour, that was always mistrusting, is questioning a matter of fact...

You know if I could I would listen, but you're gagging on gore, but I can cover your staring eyes that are shocked and unsure. Because I fear those wandering eyes are wondering and wanting an answer, for you're pouring out blood like you're a human decanter! But this was a vicious attack that wasn't my fault, this was a vicious attack and then a brutal assault.

It wasn't me, for I believe that it was 'somebody else' of whom nobody knew and I'm sure you would agree, if you had seen what happened from my point of view. I won't take the blame, for I've never been him and I'm not the one smirking with that sinister grin. This was probably a maniac or insanity's fault, for this was a psychopathic brutal assault.

A dark thought or a memory passes, in a disturbing transient scud, as your final breath exhales and bubbles in blood. I look into the sulphurous pools of your eyes, in which I wish I could swim, but there is no escape, for there's something within. Your third eye's in my mind trying to find who is at fault, but it wasn't me who committed this brutal assault.

So I'll gently caress your raven black hair with my finger tips and kiss you goodbye on your pouting dead lips. Your bloody spittle is sickly sweet, it's a familiar taste that I've tasted before, but you're inside my mind planting that memory like a whispering whore. Or maybe you're a witch and black magic's at fault, casting a spell to conjure a brutal assault.

You fucking shape-shifting charlatan! You've woken the woebegone and they're out and away and now for sure there will be the devil to pay. For the dire are rising from here to the morrow and as I've got nowhere to hide, all my demons I'll follow. I know I'm godforsaken, but this wasn't my fault, for when they're running amok, it's like a brutal assault.

I can still see the violence and hear every gut wrenching scream, as I sense your wandering third eye wondering, as if in an oneironaut's dream. You're probing and roving, you're in my head on a whim, looking for an evil sadistic smile or a sinister grin. I'll cleanse myself of sin though, for it was malignity's fault, so I can wash away the memory of this brutal assault.

Now I need to escape, once and for all, for ours is an unholy trinity, so I'll connect a lead to the water so our time together won't be for infinity. You're already there, where my demons now dwell, but I'm going a bit further to escape from your spell. Is that a trick in your eye, or am I just finding a fault? The switch I will flick though will be the brutal assault.

Through your third eye I'm looking at nothing; I am dead, but my heartbeat is rapid

But this lead is alive (sizzling convulsions) no one screams when drowning in acid.

Secret Worlds

Subconscious dreamers of athanasia will for an eternity strive

Enclosed in their secret worlds on the periphery of the scythe

Concealed in pseudo sanctuaries from arcadia to airy castles

Reticent, elusive and precautious of revenant satanic vassals

Evanescing to an essence, from paramnesia they'll be drawn

To their idyllic realms, but where a straw man stirs in the corn

Wise minds will find their unreality to avoid the harvest's host

On the otherside of their sweven, there's a shire for the ghost

Roaming perpetually, they'll be where the reverie never stops

Lest they momentarily lag to be led to a presence in the crops

Dreamers may conjure a pool of moonbeams in a distant dale

Somewhere in their paracosms though, the reaper will prevail