A Young Communist on Acid

You don't really want me

Or know what I am

I'm more of a monster

Than I am a man

To learn what I've done

In the past, a nightmare

To see through my eyes

Is a sun-spotted glare

It would just leave you blind

With your tail in between

And your past in rewind

Up a flash-broken stream

Yet as it fast-forwards

It all passes by

You will feel like a God

All alone in the sky

Where your setting resembles

The beauty in pain

Born merely to die

While bound to this brain

As a feeling machine

With a lithium heart

Energized by emotional

Chemical art

As it flows from the brush,

Or the pen, or the sword

Machiavellian muses

Of severed accord

Couldn't stop the all-mighty

The father of time

The eternal high king

The most masterful mind

Who hears your exalts

As the crack of a whip

Because demons of freedom

Are my power trip

And I worship my maker,

My change, and my spark

With a riddle bit light

And a hint of the dark

You may follow the leader

Or challenge the tyrant

Regardless, the sheep

All submit to the lion

But I only hunger

For words to fulfill

My famished empire

Without the blood spill

Still I hold no claim

To this gilded cage feast

I wish only to tame

This industrial beast

End the ownership over

This name-branded earth

And slash the price tags

From the truth in the dirt

When I rise from the void

The undeadliest ghost

The half-life of the party

The first Sunday post

I am rare breeds of rebel

The blue-shaded red

I'm the hammer and sickle

The grim reaper's dread

My coup will be swift

Like a thief in the night

My reign will endure

Through the ages I write

My purge will emerge

In the surging of storms

My war will lay waste

To these spineless conforms

And from ashes of norms

And the freeing of slaves

I will build pyramids

Atop amber grain waves

I will cleanse atmos-fears

With metropolis trees

Deforested cities

Will fall to their knees

But I will uplift them

To share in my vision

As I keep the peace treaty

Sealed in this prism