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de laud ace - crisis 2018 lyrics

{i’ve yet to record vocals
preferably you’ll read it
to the rhythm of the song…
-ssuming there’s rhythm at all!}

we were
sitting on the plushest couch,
smoking joints to p-ss the time,
comatose, the three of us,
remained atop our leather cloud.
tethered to the tele, that screen
had but one story,
the horror kept developing
like weather every morning, how
with precision and no warning,
the creatures were released.

from what is known
we think they’re clones
of cannibals, they crave flesh

and don’t you know,
the epidemic grows and grows
snowballing, end over end
while the legislative trend
begins to shrivel as it’s driven
in upon itself to make decisions
on a life or death threat

stupidity tried to make a civil resolve
but sending out political diplomats to barter
just extended the reach of the disease’s sprawl
weekend warriors in the coast guard
were the next to fall, within a week
our leaders were directing a retreat

“good people of this great country
we are faced with the greatest adversity
ever seen in our history, a blind enemy
that cares not about allegiance
please remain in the safety
of your homes, until further notice
these clones are dangerously contagious
remain strong, vigilance is not advised
i repeat vigilance is not advised
lock your doors and conserve your resources…”

it was a call we had envisioned,
hypothetically;
projected fears of fallout woe
suspecting monstrous men to raise from the grave
but never, ever, expected to get
these crimson scenes of gore injected
and imprinted to our memories
for once
the tele censored nothing

the shock was not ephemeral
mom and pop left five days ago
to see if they could spot a safer location
where we could go, hole up
and hide for a few days. . .

they might have found one
but my money’s put down
on the chance they drowned
in that sea of crazies

responsibility augmented upon me so quickly
a fifteen year old, face peppered with pimples
frame lanky, frail, pale skinned, in a panic
i called my friends, amigos joseph and mary
no relation, i swear, the sweetest, smartest
stoners in the area, a few years older than me
joseph was my lab partner in the local college community
we hit it off and lost sight of age lines
they were the only two i could trust
so i called em up, offered them shelter
in my peaceful abode, with enough food for a few weeks
and they sprang at the opportunity
commuting stealthily, avoiding police
evading the crazies, their arrival brought more pain
than i asked for, but i didn’t complain, i had to comply
had to survive, through my worst fear; dying
so, we got to work quick, cut-throat, defiant.

after boarding up the windows and
barricading doors, a fortress we’ve,
this three bed front,
protection from the danger out there
a moment of silence, to bask in our production

joseph and mary brought a full pound
of that thc blessed leaf
vicodin and morphine were abundant
my mother couldn’t sleep and my father
broke his back doing contract construction

i popped one of each, while the other two ground
the weeds to a soft, seedless lump, storing the keef
to brick up, when there’s no more green, it’ll be about
time for another plan to seek. for now, we don’t bother
toking to laugh and think back to before the destruction

but still scared still after thinking it through, see
this world’s beyond any limit of cruelty
how could someone do what they did on the 25th,
of december, 2017?
the creatures were released
into the crowd surrounding macy’s, freed
up north in new york, simultaneously
in san francisco, la, miami, kansas city
chicago, houston, dallas. an unknown army
caused such chaos, television had one story.

we watched
the catastrophe swell like a wound
with endless flows of human juice
expanding elastic skin to burst;
first
came reports o’ raids and riots all without order
then
vigilantes made a play to stake out the source

families disappeared in search of something safer. . .

the span kept spreading like a spill,
soon maps were stained with danger red,
our house about to be enveloped in it-
but worry we don’t, we know the rules,
keep quiet and stay out of sight,
there’s not a chance we lose

and i’m losing my head to spinning sensations
elated off drugs i never would have taken, i hear

a banging on the door!
who’s banging on the door?
i p-ss off the doob and swiftly shift
my position to the blinds,
scanning outside,
this neighborhood is full of ghosts,
not a single home left has a host,
except for one and in it
looking out i see nothing
still that thumping
at the front door,
alluring every nerve in me,
blood vessels push electrically,
my body –freeze- s.
over my shoulder i shoot a look of worry,
my partners in hiding now shook themselves
and scurried to my side, a triplicate of wary eyes,
scanning the outside, quietly, no words to say,
remember, keep quiet. out of sight we aim to be,
but then comes another thumping,
my left side shifted, as my amigo deftly
drifted to the door, exploring the chances of the door,
on the other end the
thumping started dissipating power,
losing steam, i had a craving for a cold shower
turned my back, walking up the stairs to the bathroom
i overheard the thumping turn to rustling,
fingernails for sure, scratching at the base,
i make no haste,
after cooling my jets i -ssume my place
back in front of my best friend
the television,
light another joint,
now i’m sippin full that mental ointment,
sittin back, and trying to enjoy the
forgetting of the siblings i locked out

- de laud ace lyrics

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