Wicked Seed<br />In Rain and reason<br />we roam free,<br />When we sing<br />The melody we <br />dared to dream.<br />The wicked seed that made me<br />Tears and strangles my insides<br />Cracks my contours, tugs at the<br />Plain, insane truth <br />Why we bleed in dreams with <br />Hollow eyes staring back at me.<br />The pressure of mainstream day dream<br />Is the wicked seed that planted me <br />underground.<br /><br />The Internet God<br />In the now, time is fleeting,<br />In a panic of next,<br />Scrambling like marionettes manipulated by<br />An amateur puppeteer.<br />Politics our New Religion. Believers<br />hover and watch with hawk eyed judgement<br />waiting to Pluck out our feathers.<br />A useless generation of attention whores.<br />Porn takes over as we scream objectification… <br />The internet is god, black is our new buddha,<br />There are no more chances to open our eyes<br />No way to disengage.<br />