Clear out, empire!--written in pieces from Minneapolis in 2004, May 26 2010 (Penticton), & Sept. 14 2010 (New brunswick)--danielle savage
Empire, e-empire, empire I bleed you. Who wrote this, who-oo wrote this. it's not good for your eyes to read. Woah, insidious it grew, in our buildings and traffic lanes. I ask for a breath of fresh air as I stop to test my whereabouts--it's been going in circles for too long.
...but it never wants to see
Empire, burning burning fire, foaming at the mouth with rabid greed. But who noticed, who noticed? It's not good for your lungs to breathe (it). Too big to fail, too big to grow, it's too big to last, and with all it's weak links, it shall collapse...
...from within, but it never wants to see, to see, to see
...that what it's taking down, it itself from within.
It's mining gold, it's spitting from it's mouth the pogroms, and it's hoarding it's futile winnings. It's got it's empty eye on accumulating fortune, and doling out punishment to those who dissent, or see it another way, but another way is coming, it's inevitable...
So clear out, empire! The next world is waiting, it can't stay un-manifest for very much longer, and truth be told, that we ourselves are the midwives, to bring it forth...
It's breaking countries, breaking ground and moral fiber, instilling fear into the heart of our heartland. It's just a lie, it is the 1000 headed monster, and it will tell you whatever it thinks you need to hear, to quell your questions, and if that doesn't work it'll squirt napalm death and accuse the victims (of perpetration)...
So clear out, empire! The next world is waiting, it can't stay un-manifest for very much longer. it's inevitable, it's inevitable...(we will bring ourselves there)
It isn't terror, it isn't hate. It isn't morbid fascination with the control of the state. it isn't vengeance, nor a need to escape. It isn't simple rebellion that needs to feel this way. But it is longing, for sanity. A trust that this is possible, and that we hold the key.
So clear out, empire! The next world is waiting. it don't matter what you say, anymore. You've made it impossible to stay here. So I'll go then, I will go then. I will go...
So clear out, empire! The next world is waiting, it can't stay un-manifest for very much longer. And truth be told that we ourselves are the midwives to bring it forth.
Bring it forth. Bring it forth.
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