Marked by an iron letter
seared into the flesh,
the mark
of the Malcontent.
Heathen bringing hedonism,
horror and hope
to the great white masses
and the other 99,
69, maybe more,
maybe less.
Who cares about a few percent?
I guess if you’re understanding this
you can count yourself blessed;
you’re literate,
didn’t quit
the internets.
I wonder how smart you really are?
I wonder if you know
what side of the war you’re on?
Oh, you didn’t know there’s a war?
I guess I’m the moron;
what have I been fighting for?
I’ll go on to say,
that after receiving your brand,
the palm of your hand
is their property.
Anyone who chooses to use you,
fuck and abuse you,
keep you amused,
confused until they do
that thing that humans do best;
exterminate most,
enslave the rest.
Gotta have balance,
it’s key to progress.
Look at the mess
we’ve made of success.
We’re cleaning it up,
starting with us.
Gotta get those numbers down.
A few million here,
a few million there,
doesn’t that feel better, now?
It’s time to make
a few more mistakes,
give the plebs their lessons, now.
We can get it down
to acceptable ground,
until we’re one on one.
The ship’s going down.
We’re sinking it
to kill the Captain.
All hands lost,
stood by while it happened.
The caption will read;
“Here were the Humans.
Earth’s biggest triumph,
until it consumed them.”
99 or I.
69 or die.
45 in the hand.
Fuck this, we’re staying alive.
Who’s with me?
It’s about time
to find a new way,
take back our minds.
We’re all gonna die,
it might as well be how we like.
Being alive,
is to be chosen,
but we
have to choose
to survive.
HG – 2018
