Ghosts of the Past . . . . tortured since Babylonian holy-men and many various races ..who burned them like vermin, and then buried or raped them I'll never understand how a man could have the heart to face men, and truly feel that his part was to mark and erase them Now Holocaust specters rise ready to direct their barbarian hatred holding meat cleavers for all the leaders of the Aryan nation Nazi skin heads who worship Hitler left buried and faceless for standing stagnant in the steps of hate and refusing to vary their paces . . ...next... . . Slave ships for days drift – in the mist unseen and race in dark full of slave ghosts who crave most – to carve out white racist hearts crazed for the slavers whose only favor to them was life with out wages no light in their cages, strapped down, master most likely would rape them ..and now it's time for repayment, in that there's hardly a doubt ghosts of the past, awoken with wrath – ships land in the heart of the South they're already out - before it docks, transparent, eyes a flick of flames looking sick and crazed, bound some KKK up, with whips and chains ..next blood drips and drains from these sick men's manes let racism die, you waste of a life! – the ships then drift to planes, of the unknown and unfathomed chasms of dimensional space while homophobic zealots still believe they will see eventual grace people are people, isn't that yet clear – yet people simply still appear, to believe in deceiving hearts and teaching only ignorance and fear hell simply put is here – years of pain and only destitution the human race's a brutal race – and too many have yet to get a shoe in forces at work have arisen and decided retribution is the best solution chopping off history’s ugly head.. it's time now for the next execution . . ...you see... . . a major injustice, for certain is the poor, unheard of and ignored treated like a herd and then conformed; the word cant match the sword you cant afford the steel when you cant afford a meal, worthless to the core treated like tools they've come back now as ghouls cursed and full of scorn, ready to kill politicians born with silver spoons who never served a day in war yet still they sent out the young, to die by the plenty families inside felt so heavy - never worth more than a dime or a penny to the schemes and the dreams, of silver spoon pawn movers on a set coarse, high horse ego - from them it was doom in sewers; flood gates of society, whom have quietly come back from the dead rotten/forgotten masses have amassed to strike our masters with dread headed towards America's head figures ready to take a hack at their heads crawling up to capital hill, blood baths will spill, flaccid and red until every sin of man is washed away from this dream cleaning this sick torn land of all it's hate and it's schemes . . ...it seems... . . we need an apocalyptic terror, like spoken in omens of past treading to an amoral hell paved by the hopeless and crass a sea of wrongs that spreads wide sure as our ocean is vast our concept of lady liberty and justice remains frozen in glass never seen and locked away by egos which boast and attack, any voice or choice made to suggest they don't know all the facts religion's responsible for the most deaths ever, why have devotion to that? We're in hibernation as a nation whose yet to have woke from our nap yeah we could act exempt but it's still fact we have chosen this trap intellectuals grown lazy, the light of truth in our souls have grown black trying to hold on to truth as all our reasoning floats out our grasp a cavern the size Saturn has grown between reality and our mind and we can't close up the gap lost in current trends floating in a current which is flowing too fast life's a play and we only act how we suppose we are supposed to react acting to cocky to hide insecurities because true focus- we lack nothing but dust in the wind to a corporate ship, blowing its mast when I think about it all I really have to just ferociously laugh fuck fearing the holy ghost.. it's time to fear the ghosts of our past!