The Writings of Aiyu

  "A nuclear catastrophic world of atomic bombs, A plot too thick to be handled by even Mer De Noms, More gaming skill than could be handled on a thousand CD-Roms, At this point there's no looking back or calling for your moms... Ricochet, crossfire, bullet rain on cue, Incoming, hit the deck, bombs are coming too, So much coming in your rear view you might as well sit at the pew, Step out for a sandwich and a cold drink and meet the wrecking crew... Zombies on the outbreak, these guys are coming fast, Foot off the gas, hand grenade, and leave them in the past, All ecoli, ebola, eris perola are we even going to last, Bubble the bodies, stay clear of the guts, and hold steady to the mast... Salute the country, patriotic, and then you find it out, These soldiers who defend the country meet a politician's pout, Police raids, sirens, call a man weak when he is stout, Constitution, Bill of Rights, while these people scream and shout... Send us abroad, we come back and the count...

  "A clashing of scimitars, ancient gods and kings, More good and evil than could fit in all Lord of the Rings, A world you never want to leave no matter how much the siren sings, So much going on in darkness when you see the light it stings... A disappointed democratic semi-autonomic pout, Hailing the dawn of the new ages while these people scream and shout, So much screaming in your head all you want to do is let it out, Wage war on everyone you see and hope you have at least the clout... Backfiring prophecies while the priests and mages scream, So many contenders in the yellow pages you wonder if they are all on the same team, A thousand billion lives could end daily with a single solar beam, Clean your teeth for Perseus and make they shine and gleam... Wonder what the world is coming to on this the end of days, So many things you would like to do with your life in certain ways, Take the world from gorillas and let us give it to the gays, So much drama in the world it's lik...

  "Welcome to the apocalypse, World War Three, Everyone knows their way around but me, A time of holocaustic, gaudy light lines, Where the heartbeat of the people is showing warning signs, Nobody knows where they come from, nobody knows where they are... ...Hey, congratulations champ, you get a brand new car, The lottery is perverted, everything may come, we'll see, Why doesn't anybody else want to keep America free, The rats are racing, the swarms are fast, Why don't these people seem like they ever had a past... Bombs are dropping from the Middle East to Ukraine, While the politicians smile like they've never seen pain, Anarchy is rising, the advertisements come cheap, Let's trade a failed democracy for a motherf***ing Jeep, MIB has a bad habit of never looking up... ...Bad guys are coming here like a refill cup, When scams took over the country back two hundred years, It takes a lot after a couple centuries to still cause tears, The agencies are waning, the ...

  "Urana, Uranus, and temples of gold, A rumor of fortunes and legends untold, The green in the air, the sun in the sky, While fortunes did whittle and wells did run dry, They gasp not in fortitude, they gasp not in delight, They gasp only when darkness takes matters by night... The beginning of systems, and rumors untold, What have we now, to high and uphold, The green from Urana, the darkness from must, In oils, and toils, and wires we trust, God forbids rumors, and fortunes untold, In worlds where truth has been bought and unsold..."

  "An exit please, and we'll come too, A harshest silence, A lonely few, The calling of angels, Still rings in your head, While echoes of mortality, Make you cry in your bed... ...We had to go with them, This illustrious few, When they lied to us openly, And opened up doors that were new, The call of the wicked, The call of the fame, So we bet down bravely, On this magnificent game... ...Who knows what they said there, Who knows what they meant, When all we had in this lifetime, On these gambles were spent, Why follow the angel, With his remark and surprise, With his hollowed out figure, And his lust painted eyes... ...Why follow this hardship, With its darkness and thralls, When we were offered pure decadence, With all its gold painted walls, We cower in excellence, We hide with our pride, Why question our masters, When we don't know they just lied... Surely we're famous, Surely our treachery is loved, Why push back with the specters, When what we get might be shoved,...

"An exit please, at once at, at that, The lingering window, A lonesome gnat, A way out of circles, A way out of lies, Bring me sweet death, With no more goodbyes." Escape from the clutches, Of death and old tales, Escape from the darkness, And it's old shrieks and old wails. We once worked for Umbrella, with bold thoughts in our head, Now we run from the nightfall, Scream and envy the dead. We stand boldly before them, The ones who don't know, And tell tall tales of madmen, Before He makes us go. We've created a graveyard, One of corpses and lies, Long ago Hell hath no fury, Long ago everyone dies. Now the corpses makes strange noises, As they writhe in their graves, Led astray by the fallen, As Darkness comes in waves. They ran away from life poorly, They ran away from their pride, Now the King and Duke of Umbrella, Are the reason everyone died."