My Love of This Land

The sun is setting in on England's green and pleasant land At dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head In the light of every dream, we're all coming home Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning In the light of every dream, we're all coming home Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand And did those feet in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations? In the light of every dream, we're all coming home Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Feb 23, 2026

The lore of elders passes judgement on this waste And finding me or them does lack accepting fate And as the moments pass, another face arrives We watch them come and go with speed of passing clouds Forbidden fruits of dreams that rule our thoughts, my love Of lands untouched and ways to come always, maybe But choking on the promises meant for the deal Thinking again the darkest hour before the dawn Confirming fears that from the dawn of time have been Retracing footsteps in dark chambers of grey lands And through the madness, through the terror, we must pass As if awaiting sunlight that may never come In time, we face ourselves with all our faults and fears Now that I know the final conflict is within I recognise the faces of my friends and hear the call "Come journey, journey with me through the darkest hour"

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Feb 23, 2026

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You're alone in the pack, you're feeling like you want to go home You're feeling life's finished but you keep on going The reason is there but you won't find it till you've been and gone Because you're living a hoax: someone's got you sussed Dull your brain or seek inspiration You peel illusion and then you find it's a transfer Drugs for the machine to play with your head So you can stand back and watch or take part and learn If you don't know the game then you're still part of it Because out on the streets it's strange to see the show Knowing full well that you're on the range Dodge the bullets or carry the gun, the choice is yours Look at the controller: a Nazi with a social degree A middle-class hero, a rapist with your eyes on me You feast on masturbation, a priest cheers to the nuns you fuck You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance but Jesus wouldn't like it

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Feb 23, 2026