anarchy

follow not the emperor's order
for it wills to mock your heart
it wishes to dominate
your anarchistic thoughts.

the tyrannical rhythm of life
asks you to succumb
to the contagious humming
of the jacks, the queens and the kings.

everything is but a mirage of your desires
but beneath it all is the carefully plotted murder
the assassination of the ace of hearts
but nothing to lose, for everything is lost

the whistle of the guards
resounded to the next mountain
but in the river of silence
the clover whispered what must not be said

"death!" it said to the crowd
they looked at him in careful scrutiny
but everyone just went about their humdrum life
as if nothing erroneous happened.

and you? left to your confusion
you wish to understand
the trace of blood in everyone's footsteps
but with outright naive responses

and as you yourself shout
the truth they never want to know of
you will exist not to exist
but to be left in the middle of nowhere.

listen not to the emperor's desires
for it seeks to confuse your heart
unless you strive to struggle
to be free, to be wise, and to be true

you will never be unburied
from the deceptive truth
of the anarchistic life they set upon you
not unless you choose what everyone else failed to choose

Life.