They call me an everyman, fiercely
I’ve crashed everything I’ve approached
The things that I didn’t watched closely
I’ve had to my very face poached.
They called it “contemporary manhood”,
The hatred, which measured by pain
Visceral and so called hard-edged,
That touches the nerves and the brain.
The violence masquerade underground,
Enforces the contrast between
Sterilities of death and love bounds
Philosophy of the dark mise en scene.
Invigorate explosively silly,
Outrages imaginative buzz,
I stand for my words, ‘though they’re chilling,
Incredible, what fantasy does.
The principles enshrines underpinned,
My own inadmissible assault,
There was certain way I have sinned,
But that is society’s fault.
Impressionable youth is behind me,
Excessive encourage within,
My name is Mayhem and I’ve signed it…
“The senseless brutality in”.
11.8.2012.
Mayhem
© Copyright: Серж Блэйк, 2012
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