BLOWBACK

Dying for... Freedom? War as profit. 

(The ultimate paradoxes).

We live in a feeding frenzy 

of constant fear.

Canceled flights, burning bodies, scattered remains

in the rubble. 

The dead are living; the alive, dying...

How do you kill an ideology? Symbology?

The horrors of the world ajar; they shake around you, 

shake through you; chisel away at the bone 

structure of humanity. 

All words are wounds to someone.

It was the hairline fracture in our way of thinking... We

plucked our eyes out in quiet desperation to SEE. 

Murder for freedom; chaos for peace.

We are losing a game we began playing

in giggles; now we're left in hysterics, racing 

towards a finish where there is NO ONE LEFT.

Bloodshot eyes of weary terrorists 

come in all colors - blue, brown, hazel, green. 

Tripping over one another in the game of 

"who's right?"

9 million I's; 9 million egos. Who, oh who, is the rightest of all?

Cognitive dissonance descends upon us; we are all mad - down the rabbit hole - no going back. Love, the white rabbit, always 

just out of reach. 

Truth buried deep within the bone of madness.

A final farewell - a poisoned tea party. 

Teeter on a revolution; topple an existing one,

Spill blood in the name of (fill in the blank)... Are we so different?

Ideologies and Egos - the massacre of mankind. 

A race to the finish line where there is no one left 

to gain the glory. Testosterone and emptiness - We are the very death of us.