Valkyrie
The WarmachineIron maiden of blind justice
In your many arms you wield
Well-worn tools of the battlefield
With these remorseless pieces of metal
Such a poor chooser of the slain you make
With gauntlets of hatred you pummel the meek
With iron heels you trample upon the weak
Masked under the cold steel guise of humanity
Your proud banner is but a standard of chaos
The iron folds of your garb pull apart revealing
Naught but venom cradled at your breast
And a cavity where a heart ought to be
Envy, lust, and avarice fuel your engines
To keep you coming on the long busy nights
And you soar upon ego-borne zeppelins
Rage and passion thrusting your flights
Fickle triumphs tryst your many fights
You make glory and heroes of thugs
Violent men who worship your ways
With the sacrifices of women and children
As the wheels of factions churn and rile
Loveless gears crushing flesh and bone
Like grinding teeth of metal and stone
Steel pressing the blood of innocent grapes
Your consorts are armed for peace
And they skirmish in the name of harmony
Iron gripped in the fiendish grasp of irony
With the big fat backstabbing smiles
That even Time seems to be unable to wipe away
You who are cunning past man's thought
And the pious unfortunates snared in your sway
Are full of blessings when you are riggish
Caught in your multiple-layered webs of deceit
You make a fool of everyone
Then make them lose all that was won
And they are washed away in the tears of mercy
[Background noises: "Parlay?" and "Truce?"]
Under wings that eclipse the brightest sunshine
You shelter people ugly, malicious, and vain
Your every smile cloaks a curved wicked blade
You are wild and thoughtlessly ruthless
But a puppet upon the chains of politics
A fool cast in the grand theatre of war
Yet I can but only sing of your unpunished deeds
Oh, good Sympathy, where have you flown off to?
Friday, July 07, 2006
We WILL reform this land with fire. Burn!
Guns And RosesShould the meek suffer
The whims of the strong
When each are part,
Parcel of the same living throng
Should desire be indulged
As needs of the flesh
When food and wine
Are all we need to dine
All we need to dine
To live just dandy and fine
But ---
To covert!
To lust!
To rape!
To envy!
To steal!
To rob!
To murder!
To dominate!
To oppress!
Destroy your own lives and marriages!
Mangle the wives and children of others!
To become swine in your gluttony and sloth!
To be bestial in your sex and perversions!
Hail ye, oh, man!
Builder of thy own pyre!
I bring the following lyre!
To serenade thy fitting demise!
To hasten and scorn thy screams
When ye made so many others scream
Scream, scream, scream, and scream!
Damn your incumbent stately laggots!
The foolish encumbent old faggots!
Sleep, while hosts lie homeless!
Sleep, while the children shiver!
Sleep, while the women weep!
Fie! Shame, shame, shame, shame!
The honoured Kings turn in their graves
Oh, wielders of guns and roses
We will reform this land with fire.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Head On Fire
Rip RoarWith all the love that is left inside me
I'm kicking out my dignity
Wearing down and out of order
And impatience spurns my integrity
The fastest hands
The swiftest blades
The quickest guns
Lock, stock, and 2 smoking barrels
Have taught me how to survive
The jeopardy of this forsaken hive
Have all left me the last one standing
But now my skull is set afire
My blood is burning high on desire
Steel lashing down this city street
I say, "Hullo", to this pretty stranger
Ask her if she wants to fly
Now I'm riding down the valley of danger
Chained down to the wheels of fire
I see scarlet flying in the air
I smell roses crimson in your hair
And I fall down kneeling on my knees
And ask to receive some saving grace
And I take the last ride out into the night
