CELLZ, Pt. 1

Born like this, into this

As the chalk faces smile, as Mrs. Death laughs

As political landscapes dissolve

As the oily fish spit out their oily prey

We are born like this, into this

Into hospitals that are too expensive that it is cheaper to die

Into lawyers who charged so much that it is cheaper to plead guilty

Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed

Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes

Born into this, walking and living through this, dying because of this

Castrated, debauched, disinherited, because of this

The fingers reach toward an unresponsive God

The fingers reach for the bottle, the pill, the powder

We are born into this sorrowful deadliness

There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets

It will be guns and roving mobs

Land will be useless

Food will become a diminishing return

Nuclear power will be taken over by the many

Explosions will continually shape the earth

Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men

The rotting bodies of men and animals stink in the dark wind

And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard

Born out of that

The sun hidden there

Awaiting the next chapter