Sirens

8:51 PM E.S.T., February 8th 2009 C.E.

I walked down into the kitchen only to freeze. A siren was going off, high and long and nothing like I had ever heard before.

Well, I actually heard Klaxons going off when I picked up my sister from school. At first I thought I was going crazy, but then my sister heard it too. We both just stood there until it stopped, then looked at each other with a distinct What The Fuck? expression.

This time the siren was different but just as eerie. Sirens are nothing new around here. you here them all day and all night - Ambulances, firetrucks, police - you name it. It's to the point where if I don't hear one or see flashing emergency lights flying down the streets it feels like something is out of place. I hear them in class and in my room when I'm trying, usually unsuccessfully, to sleep. Sometimes even when they're not there I hear the phantom ringing in my ears. I've asked other people and they say it happens to them too.

It's really just that bad.

But therer was something different about this one. The pitch, the length, it was all wrong, and I had no idea what it could be for. The only thing I could tell was that it was in the distance, but it was so loud that it reverberated off the houses on my block and probably around a good size of the town.

Strange things are going on, it's not lie anyone needs more proff the what is already there. But lately things have been wierder than usual, and I get the feeling that things will only get stranger.

- Rage

Living In Fire

Yea yea it's dark and Hell is hot.
Our daily bread sex drugs and violence, and now
the whole world's burning, drenched in oil and set on fire.

The Third World, apparently not our world, they burn from
the bullets and bombs. From the seemingly endless wars
and sickness and starvation.

We burn in a classroom, the curriculum a cell block, over medicated,
working until you die for a system you serve instead of the other
way it's supposed to be.

The people lay in the flames of apathy and selfishness and greed,
and that sweet indulgent fluid called lust. Destroying us, all for the
love of money and sex, with the only thing spreading faster than disease
is corruption...

Look around, we're living in fire.

-Rage, February 16 2009 CE

Writings: Vietnow

With the sounds of rage through the speakers I exhale the smoke,
and watch as it forms a vision of the world we live in.

It's a Vietnow kind of mind-state. What real here?
Terror and fear is the code that we live by
The God that we pray to.

A shadow covers the world like an eclipse.
I take my medication like the rest,
stuck in something we don't understand.
Knowing that there are men who hold absolute power,
and that the Earth itself is changing before our eyes,
and it's beyond scary so we drown ourselves in TV
and every other form of escapism.

But here, in the smoke,
to the sound of the drums and the bass is where I'll always see it.
And no amount of medication, of Ritalin and anti-depressant,
can distract me from I feel in my heart.

I don't want to be afraid anymore. Afraid of terrorists,
afraid of hell, afraid of judgment,
Afraid of each other...

Afraid of live for myself instead of living the "right" way.
And I know that if I keep walking down this road
I will die empty and unfulfilled.

This is the promise of the system.

But I refust all that now, and I will rage against this machine.

I will make this legend.

-Rage, February 6 2009 CE