Writer 1
It hurts, I can't keep running, so tired my feet numbing
I need something, a boost, I can feel the heat coming
Two of them, each hunting, and I'm the damn target
Hoping they can't harvest and that I ran farthest
I slow a bit, holy shit that was a close call
Once being locked in their gaze of fiery rays most fall
Won't stall in finding a new location to hide
I'm grateful for life but it's so hard waiting to die
My lungs burn through a gas mask in a bio hazard suit
A precaution I took when we all had to loot
Right now, Earth is locking lips with the apocalypse
Chaos, death, anarchy from the breakdown of politics
Heard it was experiment with the dead and beyond gone wrong
Forming a strong bond; man with monster, but the truth is long gone
The only results from that test chamber are dead strangers
And the end of the world, idiots who bred danger
My enemy stalkers are called energy walkers
Although 'infused human shells' is said to be proper
They glow, emanating radioactive particles
Making them volatile even if just proximal
Even a hospital can't save you, not that any stand
This place is nearly impossible to survive in, not many can
That's when I heard the sound, my patch of dirt was found
I turned around, saw them coming, each step burned the ground
Heard a sea of voices say 'Purging now' - it was over
Too quickly getting closer, here now, one gripped my shoulder
Felt like my skin was flipping over, heat rippled through me
Like liquid moving, burning all as it wriggled cruelly
Bolted across my chest, the hottest flesh, up through my throat, chin
Goggles broken, felt like my entire body was open
At that moment, I knew my life was really ending
Didn't lie to myself, accept it, why keep pretending?
Then I felt it through my skull, picking pieces of the whole
Thought by now sensation would be deceased or at least dulled
Bits of brain flew, mixed with glass as I gave my final look
And saw..... them and me simultaneously as my spine unhooked
We are one now, solitary existence transcended
Objective: to see the reign of individual man ended
Before assimilation, we could not comprehend
Our actions are based in evolution, not dissent
Our memory is solitary, we can see the corpse
The old shell of a weaker being which won't need remorse
We are stronger now, more intelligent, improved
With a collective consciousness the experiment infused
The new one has added his knowledge to our database
Providing information for our goal; The Greater Chase
He is no longer afraid nor upset about actions
Through our living social bonds we gain satisfaction
Must share ourselves, cherish each soul we take as brothers
We think it strange to suffer, we must save the others
They are blind and shun, but know not a new time has come
We cannot halt progress until all human kind is one
Vs
Writer 2
Phosphorescent ashes cloak the bodies in the street
Shrapnel, sweat and teardrops soak the coldness in their feet
This time no Noah’s Ark will sail, redemption there is none
The only talk of hope is just to question where it’s gone.
Mars, the mighty God of War
Rained fists on Pluto’s rotted door
Imploring him to sign a pact
Convincing him it’s time to act.
“The mortals live in selfish sin, in greed, in lust and wars
No longer shall we pay the thief and put our trust in whores
Their faith and love for life has waned , chastity on decline
Let’s see with eyes like daggers, not passively from the side.”
The Gods look down on acrid scenes of violence and decay
The tragic fiends with magic beans sit silent in the day
Abusive parents lock their doors, to mute their infants’ cries
And frowns of guilty foresight lock on innocence’s sighs.
The bully holds the victim down, he’s cleaning out his pockets
His eyes close as the boot hits bone, he’s streaming from his sockets.
The politician nods his head, decisions he is making
Will wreck the lives of peasant wives, who in their beds are shaking.
Girl in the bar is charmed bizarre and asking where the stranger works
His smile beguiles but all the while, in her evening danger lurks.
Uneducated mothers navigate their care through poverty
Stalked by corporations bent on shifting their rare new property
CEOs’ immoral schemes and mantra cry out, such as
‘Force them to be disabled and then make them buy your crutches.’
The faithful man wakes up each day, believing God has blessed his suit
But life has shown he’ll die alone, bleeding, hot and destitute.
Mars and Pluto grit their teeth, their spent souls’ heart is sorrow
They must destroy each girl and boy, the end times start tomorrow.
Phosphorescent ashes cloak the bodies in the street
Shrapnel, sweat and teardrops soak the coldness in their feet
This time no Noah’s Ark will sail, redemption there is none
The only talk of hope is just to question where it’s gone.
All over sea, all over land
Satanic forces show their hand
Men are dying in rage and whispering Fuck
On the final page of the history book.
A rancid army of Lucifer’s ants
Swarm every city, removing the chance
For redemption, regret, repentance or more
And the richest of men lies defenceless and poor.
They permeate all solid walls to take the people hiding
Deplore the fear, ignore the tears and their deceitful chiding
Then Pluto sighs and pulls out his worst toy
Summons the sun, with a perverse joy
And torches the globe – magnifying glass
Makes humanity a tragic dying class
Now embroiled in slaughter, duelling fate
They destroy in order to create
Now phosphorescent ashes cloak the bodies in the street
Shrapnel, sweat and teardrops soak the coldness in their feet.