Four in the morning drivel...

[dr_demonic]

I rise, broken skies converge upon burning urges,
pure surge to purge tides of lies and regurgitated
lackluster smack talk at half muster, infuriated,

jargon malformed while truths get discarded, swept under
scorched earth, departed, with lightning strikes spike
forked spindled across black sky scattered white,

bright lights meant to blind, while the sly hide behind,
false prophets of man's design, consign to crimes committed
in real time crossed lines drawn so fine they defy

scare tactics lacking clear tracking collapse you back
to stacking values into black white not gray hues while
backing rumors not facts, attacking those who can't act,