This is not a rant.
What would you feel, to have a thorn stuck on your throat?
That thorn has been there all year yet nothing seems to get it unstuck
As Rizal once wrote, ‘Ang lipunan ay may cancer’
Hard to believe that his musings from centuries past
Are still so obvious so relevant today
While my hero contended with womanising stiffs and dodgy friars
I don’t believe he could imagine our world as it stands
I need not rehash what’s wrong with us; it’ll only feed the flames
Those close to me knows what I contend with every. Single. Week.
I’ve tried everything, but it is an itch that would never go away
It is that crap that you could never remove
No matter how long you try pushing it out
It is with you and yet without you
It is the smell of contraband lurking around
Everybody is turning a blind eye
They have the resources, the tardos who can be bought
They have time. Oodles and oodles. Of time.
But these suckers, can they still think?
If they listen, would they comprehend?
Anyone would know that their minds are full of mush
What is unfolding in that thick head of yours?
When you’re wicked you never stop
Your thirst for trouble never satisfied
You are desensitised and in your quest
For more infamy you become but a hollow shell
If every soul has a price, every evil thing has its end.
To quote someone insignificant:
Things we have done. All these will be gone.
Don’t be so sure that you could just fly under the radar forever
The thing that motivates me every second week
Is that you’ve bitten as much as you could chew
Wham! You’re gone
Divine intervention. Does it really help?
They say you’ve got to have faith.
To believe the unbelievable
To bridge the gap
But how many good men have fallen
To seek answers that would never arrive
And no matter how bleak things appear
I still hold out hope that someday somehow somewhere
There’s a time where I could live
In a world free of Eyes
It’s no different to Dante and his vision
We are just passing by
And while inferno might seem endless
There is a day when the sky would brighten up
A day when all the fire and brimstone would dissipate
That time could be sooner than you think
The eyes. They are already showing signs of chinks.
Something is off; something is bugging the eyes.
And it’s something that no amount of exercise
Nor diet could ameliorate
It will feel trouble slowly and painfully
Just the way I like it.
All his empire would collapse the people immobilised
These are the thoughts that sustain me through hell
For what are your millions when you can’t leave the country?
For what are your lands if they are ticking on borrowed time?
You can’t fool The Good forever
Someday, It will bite the hand that feeds it.
You might think that you have all the power
But deep down you’re a powerless samurai
And they’ll put you to the sword
You’ll never see it coming but it will happen
You won’t see the knockout blow before you get hit
No matter how diabolical you are no one would fear you
All your lies, all your bite are just background noise
Did you see the face of that tokmol?
That’s the kind of message you’ll hear when you’re finally famous
You can bring your partner with you. And your entire family and hers.
Because that’s where you’re ending. Together
Banished and bleeding. In God’s time.
This is not really a rant.