anew

Better men in a time far in the past, an age
when heads laureled with golden adornment gave
the world order and made glorious sacrifice
to god's grace in their great thanks for a blessed life,
would not recognize this world, or believe their eyes,
cursed witnesses, black windows upon abyss,
the chaoticized hellscape and anarchic void.
A superior man still will arrive and join
what remains of divine justice's right to rule
to lay low the corrupt criminals, harshly cruel,
one by one and without pity or remorse, a god-
like lord, vengeance and wrath, holy extinction's rod
he personifies, fate, death and the tyranny
of unconscionable truth so uncannily.

About L.A.

My phone hasn't rung in a year.
It seems I've been forgotten here,
where the stars don't shine at night
not even when it's clear.

And I go out and dance with the wives
of the stylish young metro guys,
when the moon is a stone's throw away
if you go as the crow flies.

I live in a nightclub, sleep on the floors,
make anonymous love to the girls I adore,
but forget to call the next day,
'cause honestly I was so bored.

And the people I still call my friends
I could count on one finger and then
still have room for one more
because I am the one I meant.

Sitting in the back of the plane,
got the sun in my face through the small double pane
I'm waving goodbye to this town:
I'll never be back here again.

It's better to leave when you're down:
I'll never be back here again.