⁣I’m a black booted deviant
Of a blackened state
An incendiary dissident
Primed to detonate


I wear the black cloth
Hold the black cross
I bleed the bane black blood


I’m a black jacket refugee
From a charcoal world
A black mouth spitting blacksphemy
A voice of the unheard


I’ll hoist the black flag
Raise the black star
I bear the bane black mark


I am a consequence of all that’s gone before me, both the symptom and the underlying cause.


I don’t pretend to know the answers to the questions I raise, but as long as my heart beats I won’t stop looking for solutions to the reasons why the people I love are forced to live a life that tears a hole in them.


I can’t believe in a society that values wealth over equality and power over love. No amount of pacifying bullshit will reduce me to a hollow tool to be manipulated.


I won’t serve the the agenda of a world order that exists solely for the good of itself. My blackened cloth is my symbol of resistance, a reminder to myself of the person I am.


I hold my faith not in this hell or the heavens but the certainty that tells me that anything can change.

(From the LP "The Rising of the Lights" on Rise Above Records)