No Place Here

Among the liars, flag fliers, factual deniers the war on instinct has begun scientific distortion, philosophical contortion let it be abortion that now grants us none Mental regression, self-image obsession, under the guise of oppression they sanctimoniously leech. the revolutionaries, & over-reactionaries are the contemporaries who cannot practice what they preach. The false accusers, privileged abusers, bias users bathing in the bile they birth The distribution of one's own confusion casts false illusions of what they deem of worth Self-reflective denial, projecting outward trial a plague so vile it shields the mortal mind hypnotizing the spineless, capitalizing on blindness guided sightless is the humankind Individualism verses collectivism, what is free will if the will cannot be free With persuasion of denomination does what you believe bestow the right to deceive Take what you've been handed, endowed, inherited and granted and through your fingers let it fall With the alleviation of appreciation without double standards would there be any at all... I cannot see myself in this world being found, among those who claim down is up while others swear that up is down There is no knowledge of the inhumanity once withstood, that could cease those from weaponizing their own victimhood. Where logic holds no validity over emotion, it is the taste of entitlement that detracts the relevance of their devotion And it darkens the sense of a greater understanding, when they've fallen deaf to all dialogue other than their own demandings. And they focus their faith into a chosen form of extremism like a swinging pendulum, the behest of a subconscious hypnotism. To insist immunity in the light of a false alliance, squealing foolishness to accompany the continued acts of their defiance. In the end they'll only hear what it is they want to hear, the weakening words of a failing campaign in which they choose to smear. The only consistency found can be within their own doubt, as they descend with communal ad hominems channeling casuistic clout. The most privileged protect their political pose, polarizing personal... ...principle & propagating a platform for their phony prose.... A fictitious brotherhood, a fraudulent kin, only projecting outward what it is that they so feel within. There is no reflection, restraint or redaction, to those who cannot take responsibility for the contamination of their own action And they push their concepts of identity upon us all, out-thrusting nonsense so that they may have a sword on to fall And we wait for the cowards to take their leave, for there is no trust, no virtue and definitely no honor among these thieves Where every step is a contradiction to their last, a promenade on display... a forward march into their past. Through the intolerance of their desperate disposition shown, becoming disenfranchised by the infantile climates in which they've thrown. I cannot see myself among a flock controlled by fear, for I have no place there & they have no place here

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 10, 2025