Beloved are the butchers of the roads,  controlled in the uncontrolled.

weighing against the pros and cons of the logically detested gambles, used as examples to rep the little guys who won.

Use the words through the gun in your mouth.

Make shambles in the samples of beauty hacked to pieces.

Break the thesis of unarmed minds shooting blanks into crowds of fakes encased in monitors.

Mindless marauders of cyber slaughter, enacting nothing.

Now the sons and daughters are growing into mommy and daddy's shoes.

Screws loose, refusing to use logic to break the diabolic molds of always tomorrow.

So hallow, hallow hollow, hollering hello through the yellow air.

Tending to stare through the words of slurred trends of despair until nothing.

Until something ... clicks

The spark that flicks... from the lighters of fire fighters, in a slow burn to put the fire out.

A slow churn of spine shivers delivered from that other place.

With a good stern authoritarian face

Say nothing

Shut up

Dont give a **** and never give up.

Enough

Whining