The light

Slinging heavy material, driving to a place that’s fucked over, but the brakes cut. The lights are out but it’s time for your embrace. The raging animal inside that begs for the bars to dissolve, the freedom of punishment inflicted on the unaware, and the crushing weight of a society that pays for ignorance on a lay a way plan. The time to rise is gone; the fight has passed you by, are you waiting in line for the next I-phone? Are you numb from your head full of stupid, have the backs of your neighbors fallen victim to government ruled self inflicted suicide? The lights are out but it’s time for your embrace. Fly your own drone, your bar-coded tattoo comes in a wide range of colors. Have you ever seen the self reflected smile of ignorance as you order your number five with a side of fries? Your wooden stomach eaten by the termites of the fallen Roman Empire, the barbarians are past the gates, it’s time to cross another Rubicon Cesar. The lights are out, buts time for your embrace.