Traversing mountains of misinformation,
formidable opponents usher in compromise, while
their eyes are focused upon the sky waiting for
death to shower them in the bloodstain of lies.

Millions manipulated by military munitions.
Out of fear comes the disease of concession, while
the lasting strength of cultural pride becomes the
reason to reach for reprise, and I reproach asking how
training for death may be coached.

The roads of peril,
A conscience colored emerald.
Envy, envoy, assistance.
Priests experiencing visions –
Clinical heart failure.

Political structure by crusading design.
Remote controlled regimes, only fuel for the flame.
As marionettes act out public appearances in the name
of cultural adherence; a policy of the policing elite.

The roads of retreat.
Each account, is a spiraling defeat.
Vertigo, due to ascension. Seated at the right
hand of the father. The new apostles of fate
kill w/ ideas skewed, and spoken in broken
promises; luxuries foretold, but fallen brethren
amass tenfold.

Walls of razor wire mark their borders.
The hall of mirrors reflect the soulless actions of a
new global furor, but patriotic fervor is the armor of
irresponsible citizens waving their rights with a white
flag of submission to imperialism.

The roads to trial and error, are tried then
executed by the prophecy of executive financing monsters
of money laundering. Dirty dollars w/ the blood of
its sole followers, and up springs the sacred oil
of sacrilegious anointment.

Beliefs have become a vice, a verse,
a device of control. A lack in correct translation;
welcome to a conscience made prison system, guarded
by the tower of Babel. Armed militants, and the trumpets
blast triumphant, warnings of the hatred in judgment
man is accruing.

A road remains untraveled.
seen upon the horizon a Samaritan is killed by
misfortune, tortured by misunderstanding. Military
vehicles making beachhead landings, and the slander
has secured their fate. Generations consumed in an
inferno of hate.

Botched assassinations,
Butchered prophecy,
another global conspiracy,
welcome to death by militant diplomacy.
As a road remains less traveled my words
begin to unravel: a pit viper, a rattler, a lion
roaring our time is coming!