Raw Barbarian Prophet

last week as i was drilling through concrete,
a head cold steadily dulling my world
I could feel the tidal wave above me,
high as heaven
 
concrete smoke twirling in and above my face
 
Raw polluted rage seemed to swarm me
like agitated hornets
I used their bites and stings
to keep drilling holes
all my body weight behind the drill,
pressing  shoving  gripping   cramping
keep it going
take a 3 second break
force it back
 
be invincible
be a warrior
use rage
bad memories
anything that's made you struggle
 
use it
feel it
blast it
drill it
 
become a force of nature and kill the m**********r!!
 
drill a hole in the clouds
and scream to Immortal KINGS AND GODS
chem-trails falling on your head
use that as a fist of fury
conjure up Bruce Lee from the dead
use his power, his one lethal punch of equal car collisions and legend
can help you with these concrete holes.
 
Use past screams of unbridled thick hostility
get primitive
use that endless marsh of muck to keep it going
breathe dust, breathe chem-trails
breathe all raw polluted rage and unleash it like a killer
 
F**K YOU   F**K YOU     F**K YOU
 
I will conquer
I will conquer
I will conquer
 
become barbarian
draw raw instincts
 like metal from the fire and use its steel
to bring down EMPIRES
 
YES YES YES
drill drill drill
3 inches to go
trinity halo
Father Son HOLY GHOST
 
Forget love for now
this is war
this is battle
this is combat
destroy   puncture  bleed
cuss kill  plunder shout
protest  kick  slobber   spit
 
I will conquer
 
terrible voices of humanity  rising up
sharp and black voices  screaming from dark wells
of timeless evil
 
use that to keep going
use anything
heroes, rock bands, writers
who showed will, heart, and spirit
be a living poem and show yourself you can fight
 
invent a real JUSTICE System and slay the real terrorists called GOVERNMENT
use that, yes
Genghis Khan would fight them all, Genghis Khan would show up for court,
sword drawn sprinting towards the Judge with Death in his eyes
regardless of bailiffs shooting shooting shooting 
Khan would be strong till the end
sword swinging wide
courage in his hands
spirit in his eyes
 
now drill 5 more 7 inch holes and show yourself you can fight
think of corporate polluters
think of takers
think of liars
so many liars it boggles the mind
 
use
it
all
 
to savage through this foundation
pretend it's their foundation
 
Ravage through their Power
not one more killing liar,
polluting taker will be left
smoke them out with the fury
of an army of prophets back from the dead
not one more liar left
let's set their abusing house on fire
 
Ten thousand miles of heartbreak will stop freeways from flowing
Ten thousand murders dropped from your hands will put 'Death' on your doorstep
While Death sharpens its Axe
put your head out the door
let the axe fall
use that
to keep going
 
light me up like summer sun on a river
 
I dispute everything you tell me
I will use it to keep drilling holes
the River will still scrub stones clean
long after were all dead
 
my renegade thoughts will fly on arrows
and I'll save them in my ancient winter forest
where you will never find them
 
Your dire diplomats who cruise streets
and enslave freedom
shoot kids
bully and bulldozer anybody,
their days are numbered too.
 
Use that
2 more holes to go
10 minutes tops
you're getting faster
 
use your heart
it's pumping and bleeding
for you
 
It wants to be used
cross the smoky burnt out pillars and elaborate rooms of Fallen Empires
 
drill Justice through their heads
drill through TVS
drill through diplomats
drill through lies
drill through chem-trails
drill through wasted breath
drill through takers, polluters, liars
 
there's no need to take off your masks
I can see You complete
 
I am the sweat dredger
born from freeway heart breaks and emotional collisions
and You have killed my heroes
I will not stop
 
I am rising
black mud from my life falling onto my heroes' coffins
 
there's a storm in my heart
lightning rod in my soul
Raw truth is my champion
Barbarian my muscle
Prophet my guide
 
Raw Barbarian Prophet
scratching through the wilderness
spitting out your GMO lies
rejecting your assembly line factories
and thwarted politics
 
I will sound my own thunder
and choose to be awake, real, and conscious
in a sweet spot where
the soul can thrive
use this to finish
use hope to finish
use love to finish
 
put down the smoky drill
stretch
save it all for the blood journal
and
walk away....