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Storm Arwen - The Stormy Sessions



This storm is gonna cause a few ex-men,
I'm stuck in lighting up clutching on to a pen,
Feeling trapped, a caged animal like Wolverine,
No we can't go outside to play Jean,
The skies are grey so we can't rise like a phoenix,
Lightning is beaming lasers like Cyclops, on route never avoiding any scenics.

You're spitting molten lava like a volcanic eruption,
Ar wen you have me self-destructing on your path of deadly destruction,
Your flowing in with irresistible influxions,
In moves your mutation with a fearsome fluctuation,
You'll knock our heads off and now we'll see just what we're facing.

You're tectonic,
Your winds are speeding in like Sonic,
Smashing up the plates with your dreary dictate,
I wanna wave to your wave of tidal tyranny,
I'm like a Tyrannosaurus Rex ready to hunt your vicious villainy.

Some right wing nutters claim global warming to be a myth,
What do they know, most are just brainless bigots,
Truthfully I've never seen weather like this,
This is England,
Not in my lifetime at least,
Have I ever encountered such a belligerent beast.

The threat is certainly real and it'll cause Megadeth,
Extinction in fact, you don't have a clue now it's leaving you to guess,
Questioning the quest of the United Nations, they'll say they're working in cooperation with big corporations,
To unite all nations.

So called leaders will come out to greet yas,
Riddle me this, riddle me that, they're speaking in tongues, as a matter of fact,
But for a matter of fact they always lie, They just want you to have more Wi-Fi,
Fucking us over committing infidelities with wireless fidelities,
As if we don't need any trees to breath.

I'm not big on the police, not keen on COP26,
Because when did they give a shit, the politicians and the rich?
They didn't give us shit then, why would they give us shit now?
Spitting as much acid as the carbon dioxide of a cow.

We're gonna get schooled when really we should be learning,
I'm feeling fiery because the wrong Amazon is burning,
Did they not teach you anything at school,
About how fascist and Commie dictators came in to rule?
The whole left and right is just divisive drool,
Soon we'll have no rights left, they know how to use their tools.

They've stolen your concentration while they're building their camps,
It's an uphill battle, time to build up my ramps,
Going on the offensive, treading on me is offensive,
I'm not playing at the back but I will get defensive.

Just like Chlamydia there's a hidden enemy,
They said clap for the NHS but then made their jabs mandatory,
Like give up your free choice and bodily autonomy,
In return, you'll keep your job and earn a few pittence from me,
Literal blackmail, and they're still killing black males,
But colour's certainly just skin deep, Because this time we're all gonna get jailed.

On a prison planet where they treat us all like cattle,
Just useless eaters that can be culled with no hassle,
A lot of them believe depopulation is the answer,
They think we're a disease of the Earth but they're the real cancer.

You don't wanna hear what I'm telling thee,
Because subliminally you've been plugged in with the televions programmes,
Telling lies for your vision now you've been programmed,
Time to be another cog in the systems machine,
Because you didn't wake up to their secretive schemes.

By your nanny state I don't wanna be mothered,
I don't need a big brother, I don't need to be smothered,
Claiming to be your father, claiming you as their son,
But they're on the dark side where they have their fun.

You can't say this and you can't say that,
Say the PC Brigade, like a bunch of dirty rats,
We're writing for our rights,
They're telling us free expression is dead,
Don't get grim with me or I may reap ya, lyrically saying off with their heads.
We're writing for our rights,
They're saying free speech is deceased,
Don't take my breathe away, or you'll be resting in peace.

Are you ready for your close up?
They've even got eyes in the skies,
You can't take out their surveillance because they're up too high,
I'm a poetical machine but they've got their drones,
I'm not being hypothetical, I'll get hypo as I refuse to be pathetically owned.

They'll make a supposed happy world, of supposedly happy boys and girls,
You'll own nothing and be happy with this great reset,
A abnormal new normal in which you'll never forget,
A brave new world, you didn't see coming, you didn't have 2020 vision,
These snakes own you now, hysterically hissing,
But I just say Or well
Because George was right this 1984 is hell,
They've got our backs hunched against a wall, listening out for the bells,
Will we return to the good old days, only time will tell.

But don't let the bastards grind you down,
Be a shining reminder of why their darkness will drown,
Catch the scum in your whirlpool, destroy their virtual vortex,
First they came for me but who'll come for you when you're next?
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Written on December 02, 2021

Submitted by Bryan_McLarry on December 21, 2021

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