Those In ChargeDo those in chargeThose In Charge by Freelance173
Even know what they’re doing?
Thousands of men, to death every day are sent
Across countries and across the scarred land
What about our families?
You won’t need them where you’re going
Off to the front
Off to the front we go
We are here to fight the Germans
We are here to fight the enemy
Gas chokes the air, blood stains the mud
What about our comrades?
You won’t need them where you’re going.
Into battle we march
Guns blazing, flags held high
The dead and dying lying beside us
Planes roaring overhead
What about my weapon?
Soldier, you won’t need it where you’re going
If We Didn't Have IfIf we didn’t have “if”, how would we ponder what lies ahead?If We Didn't Have If by Freelance173
“If” is a way of describing the future
Some may argue that “if” can be used for the past as well
But what is the past but the future to the further past?
So, if we didn’t have “if”, what would we do?
We would have no way of examining what the future could hold
Because if we didn’t have “if”
We would not be able to ponder if we didn't have “if”
So “if” is something we need
To figure out if we need “if”
Breaking Routine Routine. Every day was the same; wake up, get dressed, go outside and forage around for that night’s meal. Occasionally he would see some wildlife, but it was always out of his reach, for he had no weapons. He survived on wild fruits, odd assortments of nuts, and whatever he could scavenge. Most of the time, he found almost nothing and went home to sit in front of the fireplace, trying to distract himself from his hunger.Breaking Routine by Freelance173
This was the life of Zachary Fritz. The year was Twenty Thirty-four; three years after the downfall of civilization. It had happened so quickly, most didn’t know what was happening until it was over. All he had escaped with was a small revolver that he had always kept by his bed, and a small box of his personal effects. Unmarried, and very few friends, he had little to leave behind when he fled the city.
Maybe all of it was a blessing in disguise. After all, things had been getting progressively worse in the world for
Friction“Friction”Friction by AdaptiveGaming
Trying so hard to stay the same,
Frictions tear by as they waste the day.
Leaving little more than a stain,
I watch the world burn away.
This morsel's deed brings about the abhor.
Only to find out we're nature's little whores.
Bastard children, bringing about the new tech.
Does that justify all of what we’ve wrecked?
What do you want?
Is it for the best?
Is it good for you?
I bet you believe it's what you deserve.
I just can't wait any longer,
For us to get what's coming.
I'll revel while we serve.
Watch and wait, tick.
Watch the clock, tick tock.
Our time is up, tick tock tick.
And we hide.
You and I,
To watch the world die.
The curtain falls as we fade.
Time to rust, time to decay.
Wash what's left away,
I hate what we saw today.
Slipping“Slipping”Slipping by AdaptiveGaming
Feel the strings,
Every thought I've ever had,
They pull on what's left,
I've died, but it's not so bad.
The imperfect perspective,
it feeds off the slipping.
The more I fall,
The more I feel it ripping.
They tear it away,
tear it away,
tear it away,
letting me fade away.
This feeling of failure.
An old friend I met so long ago.
We meet one last time,
Now it's time for us to go.
Counting down the moments,
It's always been there.
That nagging feeling,
As much as we try not to care.
It follows us,
It goes everywhere.
What have I done?
When it's all said,
And you've all went home.
Will you remember,
for the good?
For the bad?
Will you remember?
D.o.M.O."D.o.M.O. (Destruction of Mankind's Opulence)"D.o.M.O. by AdaptiveGaming
It looks like you've lost your way?
What did you say?
I don't feel the same.
All the things I've done,
to help ruin everything you love.
It wasn't for nothing,
I did what I did for something.
Mankind's self indulgence.
Bringing about this state of opulence.
This worlds going to give in.
To all of our sin.
All this wealth...
All these possessions.
All this hell.
All these aggressions.
All you want,
All you "need"
All you have,
All you feed.
Looking back now...
Thinking it broke me,
Exposed me for the world to see.
And now I'm looking for the cracks,
Looking to tear you all down.