In this arid wilderness of Steel
and stone
I raise up my voice that you may hear.
To the East and to the West
I beckon.
To the North and to the South
I show a sign proclaiming:
Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong!
Open your eyes that you may see,
and listen to me.
For I stand forth
to challenge
the wisdom of the world.I request reasons
for your golden rule
and ask the why and wherefore
of your ten commands.I dip my forefinger
in the watery blood of your impotent mad redeemer,
and write over his thorn-torn brow:
the king of the slaves!
A deep synthwave trip into a blighted neon dystopia where androids and doomsday cults wreak havoc. Flashy, imaginative work from James Kent. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2016