Commit

 Commit Murder of Self -- Don't Love, Don't Hate; 

Don't Pray, Don't State! Don't Need; Don't Feed; 

Don't Creed; Don't Bleed! Don't Cheat; Dont Rule; 

Don't Judge; Don't Root! For Such are the ways of Fear. 

Fear begets Greed, and a lust to own things and people. 

Fear makes Pride turn to a shield, and sword, drawing 

red lines and walls around you and your belonging. 

Fear makes, Honour smother, like the Bed of Procrustes; 

what is not up to the task, will be streched thin; 

what is too long, will be cut short hunchbacked whim!!  

Fear makes people outrage and have problems not solutions; 

Fear is the poison in the cup, hoisting the Heroes downfall. 

Tyrants are not born in darkness, but in light, then too much 

Sun and Daylight has been digested. Too little moonlight 

and selfreflection has been dabbled with. That's why the slums 

are built around the Metropolitan, not the ravenous gourge 

spewing fire and brimstone. Its time to stop! Mene Mene Tekel Uparsin!! 

A Time of Darkening is Coming, to commemorate Tristan and Isolde. 

Money will be worth nothing; word and honour will be worth nothing. 

For those who go back on their word shall be forsaken by the Lord Allmighty. 

None of the Righteous shall feast on the Holy Supper! 

Learn to Live in the Dark, then the left hand didn't know, what the right hand 

was doing. For the Mystery will take over and Madness will rule the streets. 

People will traverse with lanterns once more, out of fear being mugged; 

speak your collected thoughts in the Newspapers, they shall not last. 

Just like a bitch being strangled, you will gasp for air and hyperventilate. 

Too little too late -- just like inmates, stabbing anything for the rates; 

like rats fleeing Titanic. Everything and Everyone for themselves! 

In every Five Star, Two shall be against three and three shall be against Two. 

Because you are addicted to information and Voyeur is your Sin. 

You shall not covet your Neighbours House; Wife nor Maleservant. 

Nothing what belongs to His, not even his opinions and oppai! 

But you wanna know, so you could judge and cancel. To feel 

the kill-frenzy and power rush in your little prison experiment. 

Will it end differently this time? Those who Commit, will soon run out, 

of fucks to shit. Once you run out, what will you substitute with, to make 

your salt flavour again? Thus take those words to Heart and start Fresh. 

Use it for Tabula Rasa and tetox all your grievance, you have collected 

This Year, to walk a new path. Commit to This Murder of Self and move on! 

This is a New Beginning for us all! Halleluyah and Godspeed!