Dirt Shaman Of the dust and dirt – Born to: Hurt Ardent hardened Icy winds – Archers of The Arctic. All upon the heart Pulsating in The dark. Whispering flames of The art. Born to be A rocket. From the very Start. Of the Heart. The third eye That doesn’t lie Reading the pentacles of The oracles ***Cipher Poems ***

Too many humansMankind is off trackThe Black Plague was a dickBut it needs to come backOur world's spinning fasterLike a playground carouselWith a trillion kids pushingUntil it flings us off to hellChina may be dystopiaBut they got one thing...

Your time has come young personmuch sooner than you thoughtrelease your mouth from your mother's nipplethere's a lesson here to be taught you seek instant gratificationand vain internet validation I'm a forward thinking manyes, a problem solvercan you put your phone...

The cuckold generationtide-pod guzzling snowflakesbegging to be micro-chippedbegging to be numbered Xenophobic and neuroticdisconnected and psychoticreprogrammed and roboticGeneration Zero seeking- individual identitytrapped- in a surrogate reality no social skillsno common sense Easily offendedlooking to accusebegging for defensefrom genuine experiencestampede of the sheepmarch to...