Rise Weaponize yourselves Against the unseen Our world is a panopticon Greased and bloodied fingers Around our necks Giant evil bluecoats parading our streets There is corrosion in the spotted wood desk That once stood where I sit It’s gone but I can see it As if it were the heron in my dreams Following me every night on the shores Of knitted roads, only staring I'm into this as deep as a silo I am buried in the ancient grains gasping for air I am unburdened when I finally stop I am lonliness simplified into eternal dark Hang them all Revolt now Kill them all Ripped into the dirt they fall