That merciless torrent of red and brown
that clothes your soul and veils your mind
roars with rage and fights to drown
calming thoughts in a heart confined.
Below the war there rests a sea
that seethes with hate and boiling fire
churning away in secrecy
anger and hate, never to tire.
Still further down, a deadened rock
that once held hope for life anew,
succumbing slowly to certain debacle,
waits for death to claim its due.
"If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh"
"there is no good and evil, there are just sides."
-- Local Parasite