【Hoef's Poems of Future's Past】

[Dire Hoef]

#1 Home of the Destruction

Home of the free
Land of the brave,
They say,
Whatever it means to be free,
Has no patience with the sorrows of man,
Once there will come a being,
Far stronger than the beggar they call President.

Be it not God,
Not Zeus,
Not Odin,
Not even Ra.

America will see its downfall,
Not at the hands of the Powers That Be,
And not even by the Foreign Powers,
But by its own self-ignorance,
It’s own self-pity,
Its own self-indulgence.

Be the wise men and women of the nation,
And heed the call of madness,
Your leader mistakes you for a fool,
And use you as a tool,
To feed itself,
And ruin its chances at survival.

Fear not children,
For sheeple are the lamb of sacrifice,
Sacrifice that strains the pity of the self-deceiver,
Who turns his back to the perils of his country.

For the children who see the perils of what God had allowed to cultivate,
Take heed for the troubles you seek to qualm will only darken,
Darken the Dark Days of which you’ve come to be titled as the apocalypse,
It has come children,
Gather your intelligence and relinquish your ignorance,
For everyone of you will understand what it means to lose innocence.

[Dire Hoef]

#2 In the Fires of the Coming Deaf

Deaf is the dream you dreamt last night in the midnight hour,
But to feel the sensation of sleep does not give sense,
Sense, by definition, creates the feeling of terror and nevermore.

You stir, unparalleled by the distance,
Unaware of the creaking of the window-sil,
You stare forward in the silence of the night,
Piercing the darkness with your unwarily gaze.

Yet you feel compelled to stray your eyes from your thoughts,
Unfathomed by the greatest weaknesses of curiosity,
And yet you do not see the Shadows dance pass your periphery.

Fear, you do not feel,
Pain, you never desire,
Lust, you cannot fathom,
Anger, you can never control.

Feelings of a swirling tyrant of uncontrollable desires shake your mind,
But you, again, you feel compelled to stray your eyes from your thoughts,
Unprettied by the shadows that dance beyond the periphery.
You fear not the Shadows, creatures that will mourn your death.

Rolling, and rolling, was the storm in the background,
Faith, you pray in the name of your religion.

You do not know why you pray the way you pray,
But the Shadows, the master of the darkness, seem to stir even more than ever.

You came by, and stabbed the Shadows, for fear of death,
You struggle,
The struggle,
But struggle no more.

You feel underwhelmed, but in no circumstance can you understand the Shadows,
Overwhelmed you are as you witness the shed of blood,
Your own blood,
And to end of amends,
You fall off your bed and land onto your bed-side.

[Dire Hoef]

#3 - The Truth in a Sense

What makes it true,
Nothing but the times of change,
By very definition is plain to see,
What I see,
Is the coming destruction of Man's own greed,
Yet,
I claim to be no prophet or doomsday prepper,
I merely look at the times we're in and come to a conclusion that is only the obvious one,
That we belong in a time when humanity is so self-destructive that it will revert to war to achieve its own gains.

IS THIS WHAT HUMANITY IS GOOD FOR!?
WHY STAND BY AND ALLOW THE SELF-RIGHTEOUS OF THOSE TO BURN OUR LANDS!?
WHY STAND BY AND ALLOW THE DISENFRANCHISED TO FIGHT AMONGST THEMSELVES IN PETTY SQUABBLES!?
WHY STAND BY AND ALLOW THE JADED TO POLLUTE OUR MINDS WITH FILTH!?
WHY ALLOW ANY OF THIS!?

You tell me that it is for the greater good,
Lesser of two evils,
Or some other excuse,
But I tell you now that if evil is allowed to exist,
Then what purpose does good solve?

If there are good things in the world,
then there will always be the bad?

An impossibility of balance that shan't never be broken,
However my pain belongs with those who do not actively seek out this evil,
They allow these evils to fester and permeate throughout the countless masses who don't know what their governments are doing behind their backs!!!

You tell me to put faith in our government,
But I tell you that all you hear from the talking heads is endless dribble,
Nothing that doesn't belong in your ears you worthless sheep.

They play you like a fiddle,
And expect you to dance to their rhythm.

I,
For one,
Despise these travesties that occur,
But am ultimately weak against the strangled hold of the Deep State,
Change has come,
But it is not the change world desired...

[lost278]

hail their Gather your intelligence and relinquish your ignorance, is an amzing line