HitTheAlarmWhenTheClockStrikesPeace

Stones to pebbles

The ground shakes

The inside rebels

Stumbling in the earthquakes

Inner demons buried in the ground

As the pieces of the mud drown out with their sound

I never wanted to be birthed

Into the lies and the hate that has transformed the earth

We are unable to live free and die ideally

When the people can’t even wake up stress freely

Contradictions make up the law abided fictions

Just like words are differed with poetic dictions

With a lie comes a truth in the new age

As history gets burned by every flip of the page

The earth gets thicker as more people pass away

And the pile gets larger each and every day

And it continues to grow as we don’t improve

Without any antidote to give the beast to soothe

And the beast feeds on our inner addiction

Our procrastination, obligation, segregation-al affliction,

In the new times as people draw hearts

The red gets cast away by shaded thrown darts

And the dripping wickedly emotion depraved

Black heart begins to become enslaved

Like a new trend never seeing an end

More people around become opened to bend

Under the weight of our growing earth

In the new world in which more people are birthed

And not necessarily out of a womb

But even in their adolescence as it spells their doom

It’s the stress that is hard to condense

As some of it can’t even possibly compute to make sense

The lease on life is being owned in many ways

And the bright days become eternal night in the way that they sway

The way it comes out by the time that you rest

And the burdens lie heavy in the center of your chest

And sometimes the pressure buries you down

To the unsettling sound of silence in the ground

Hence the reason of the world’s girth

And the weight it carries translates to its worth

Metaphorical weight

A see through state

Cut out a piece and drop it on my plate

So I may taste the distaste on my tongue

As I flinch at the pain that inhales in my lung

I cannot breathe with so much death and depression

As it continues to happen in spherical successions

I pity the pitiful and frown down to the pathetic

Including the irony that translates, perfect, precise, and ponderously poetic

Please wake me up when earth begins to float

And float up inside my rhythmic rhymes that I’ve wrote

When the nights become days and sleep is on cloud

When there are no more lies hidden inside a shroud

When there is no more hate that clouds up the skies

When there is no more judgment lasting in the eyes

When there are no more screams piercing in the ear

When there is no more reason to live with any fear

When there is no more action in destruction

When there is no more hate to cause negative introduction

When there is no more reason to lie about the truth

When there is no more reason to bite your tongue to your tooth

When there is no more getting up off the ground

When there is no more chaos in which to pound

When stress is not but a thing of the past

And that if it still exists is far less common to last

Wake me up when my conditions are met

And ring the alarm when everything good has been set

And hopefully the world will start realizing now and be clever

Because as it is spinning currently I may be sleeping forever