
Diatribes
Land of the Leashed
Marching’ in place, eyes locked on the screen, truth’s been buried where the clicks have been. Taught not to think, just to memorize lies, while

Marching’ in place, eyes locked on the screen, truth’s been buried where the clicks have been. Taught not to think, just to memorize lies, while

We pledge allegiance to the lie and the illusion we call freedom. They sold the dream, now we’re bought and bound, led by liars in

Deep within the recesses of the haunted temple, beyond the veil of the ego, flickers the spark of creation that demands to be awakened now.

The stillness of night presses heavily, a suffocating shroud that seems to hold the world hostage. Shadows creep like unspoken fears, weaving themselves into the