Crossroads

Crossroads

Straight ahead— a pit of sorrow,
Lies pile high above its rim.
Leftward— sheep led to the slaughter,
War revives at F;hrer’s whim.

To the right— the path of fading,
Yet the haze won’t linger long.
When decay and lies pervade you,
Choices left are weak and wrong.

But a spark of true creation
Lifts you past these roads of sin.
Step by step, it breaks damnation,
Wipes away the Goat’s dark grin.

Cursed this world— the Goat Supreme
Strangles all creative fire.
Yet the strongest won’t be beaten,
Won’t bow down to his desire.

Few resist— the crossroads call
Most to darkness, filth, and shame.
Breeding beasts, they flood the halls
Of a world consumed by flame.



---------------------



The Music Played

The music played,
The flattery flowed.
But she just swayed—
You're a zero, she showed.

No cash, no car?
Then you're out of the game.
That’s how things are—
Most folks think the same.



---------------------



In the Dark of Black Marks

Black marks flashing,
Seen without asking.
Luxury, status—
Hiding the madness.

Vile ones scheming,
Binding and weaving.
Countless, they smother
This wretched world over.

Black marks cover,
Lies make it suffer.
Few walk lightly,
Pure souls brightly.

White marks glowing—
Truth ever showing.
Honor must guide them,
So we can find them.



---------------------



Twisted faces, filled with rage—
Mad slaves seething in their cage.
When their "truths" begin to fall,
Then the "leaders" lose it all.



---------------------



Changes

Fools and tools,
Played by rules.
Masks are gone—
Helmets on.



---------------------



Childish...

Buzzing Fly
Darted by,
Landed in your ear—
Whispers lies you fear.

That’s the trick of spin—
Trust the beasts, you’re in.



---------------------



Satanism of False Faiths

Swing the censer, chant and pray—
Fools won’t see the Devil’s way.
"Eat His flesh"— the rite goes on,
Bless the chains and call it dawn.

"God’s own slaves" in every land,
While the liars rule, expand.
Temples rise at their command,
Praising shackles, tight and grand.



---------------------



"God’s" Slave

Weakened, broken, rich yet lame,
Still a servant, just the same.
Off to church—bow down once more,
Fill your mind with hollow lore.



--- Total 8 poems. ---