I’m knocking on doors in pursuit of human machinery to start an army

Ataraxic motherfuckers presided over by a freedom from anxiety or worry

Resistant to the anaphylactic shock caused by the knock of revolution

And the aversion of most to finding a solution

These soldiers stand strong in the face of the pollution of society’s illusion;

Hypovolemia through the arteries of historical madness and not learning from our mistakes

Taking breaks only results in society’s tumbling down the same broken path

How we see the numbers yet fail to put together the math

One plus one equals somewhere after zero but before three

This is the kind of nonsense government would have us believe;

Deceived, we’ve lived in a world blemished by endemic septicemia

Put only to an end by my decision to raise an army dedicated to quelling hysteria

Red, orange, yellow alerts enrage me with their rainbow

In the way that the Christian right hates homosexuality when

Contextually, textually, and historically the church has often actually been doing something wrong

From stealing tithes to abusing little boys

And my army refuses to stand for this hypocrisy

Reality is actuality wrapped in bullshit

And no longer will we tolerate it

Like I said before, and army of Ataraxic motherfuckers

Ataraxic as in without fear or anxiety,

And we’ll march through the capital cities physically,

To shake mentality from its repose

My army stands seven feet tall

When you count their aura

Or when they’re walking on their toes

Rose petals greet us in every major location as we arrive to screams of grotesque adulation

For we come to bring liberation

I say I’m knocking on doors in pursuit of the truth

I’m knocking on doors to get a hold of the youth and unaffiliated political aloof

The revolution is touchy feely and sticks like peanut butter to the roof of your mouth

Foraging for harmony

And in time this army will push democracy into the sea

For this eventuality some may bleed;

But for our best hope falters to chaotic entropy we must not concede

Cutting the devil out of our hearts like the devil it is

And replacing it with the resplendence that is newness

Revolution gives rise to such a commencement

Elect to denounce it fail minded individuals get wrecked by dejected unhopefuls

Conspiring against the youth I break individuals begotten by lost factuality

I’m knocking on doors searching for incredulity

Join my army

Or be destroyed by our unity

My name is legion, for we are many

© 2008 Eugene Aarons-Cooke