Moi, Blasé

This is a true subkingdom
Where we speak up along with rhythm
Some protests, some will speak of wisdom
Some will claim they've united kingdoms
Now I feel for the ones so fearsome
Can't nobody rebuff their freedom
It's an outlet for inspired serum
Beating tastefully for your eardrums
Look I'm not talking about pilgrims
Nor I'm here to condemn such prism
Yes, I do believe in your system
If the system bars elitism
Nothing valid now for the children
And on replay is barbarism
Guns and bombs are here for some reasons
Intoxicating feudalism
I'm not bought by your symbolism
All I see is such scepticism
Towards me and liberalism
What's the deal with such narcissism?

-PRK-

Mercy, Much?

You said I owe you kindness, your highness
Like you're the highest of the highest
One that sits on a chrome coated Prius
But that's blindness
Because all I see in you is the nicest vileness on dialysis
Taking advantage on the salvages
Because you've got money for the randomness in life
You're that activist who fights for your spotlights
You're terrorizing those who implies their skills in life
But clueless about your idolized disguise
But I owe you nothing
None of those act of saint mean anything
Because get this, what's worse in you, I've seen
You're that cake with a slaying icing
Not an ice cream, my darling

-PRK-

That Staged Enigma

A flexitime has been given to the human race
Even the shrine was titivated by the human's faith
The cruellest phase came right after the rumour's spread
A concubine then bestow us with the devil's face
With the secretion of a somewhat bittersweet taste
Dripping leisurely to erect another grace
A unique breed with fairly a similar encase
One of which only the brilliance know how to retrace
It's hard to deface sometimes something so apace
For many of us cares no more than about the space
The one we need to be somebody no one can replace
And when we gaze into the night, life's a cabaret

-PRK-

Pecksniffian

The ground was hoed in such irate
Like an earthquake, it then began to wobble
In the thoroughly puzzled state
The folks then began to straddle
To reach that balance
To bleach that hate
To blend the variance
To keep that cape
But this is all we yearn for
The yearning that was never done for
For often what we live for
Isn't really what we breathe for
Answer me now, why so bias?
Answer me now, why all this chaos?
Enlighten me now, this promised 'us'
Make clear to me now, this egocentric thrust
Or should I craft my law, enfold you in thread
For this antagonism has been sowing threat
At dusk, as I lay down, it was perfectly written
But at dawn, the sonata seems completely different
Surprised, I was not
Surprised, I am not
For it is a necessity
To necessitate a spurious harmony
For the lies, we have faith in
Is the time that we invest in
So say the charlatan preacher
Whose convictions are sinking deeper

-PRK-