A Rose...

 A rose cannot be enjoyed if we are fixated solely on the thorns. 

Perpetuators of Pain, of War, of forms of manipulation and control. Go fuck yourselves, instead of blaming and burning the world.

 Of all the disgusting and perverse things in this world,
nothing so turns my stomach,
like the vision of those who have deceived themselves so deeply,
that they believe the lies of their own righteous fury.

Part and parcel for the spell,
they dehumanize those not deemed friendly,
and decide EVIL is the only motivator for their enemies.

All mirrors shattered in their war cry,
their ancestors trying to warn them the entire time.
But as the power hungry use fear to control,
history repeats,
god have mercy on man's putrid soul.

Our Age is

 The fruition of the bureaucratic eradication of the human spirit.

Fuck Your Politics

 As long as the rhetoric remains, "Us Versus Them" 
each of us,
no matter creed, belief, or nation,
Is as good as Dead.