Tim Williams’ Flat-Out Aggression: The Wave That Bit The Apple

Tim Williams’ Flat-Out Aggression

This Saturday in Brooklyn, Vision of Disorder — easily one of the greatest things to come from Long Island, after Johns Tesh and Williams — will be playing a benefit gig for those living in the New York Metropolitan area who were adversely impacted by Hurricane Sandy.

Called “Picking Up Change: Hardcore For Hurricane Relief,” Saturday’s show at the Music Hall of Williamsburg will feature a killer lineup, anchored by V.O.D. with Primitive Weapons, Yuppicide and Swarm of Arrows. Vision of Disorder decided to donate the show’s funds after witnessing the catastrophic demolition across their native Long Island and the rest of the Tri-State area as Sandy surged through the region two weeks ago.

Ahead of Saturday’s gig and obviously inspired by these recent events, frontman Tim Williams was compelled to write this powerful poem as the third entry in his ongoing GunShyAssassin column

How many countless warnings
How many countless shrugs, giving in to rumor
The moments seem to freeze, quick snapshots of panic
A minute too late and you were forgotten
Storm circles, still and violet
The howl of the wind

You say you lived through sadness
Have you lived through misery, through pain
Red glowing horizon below the black sky
The moon was close, full of fear and doubt
Pulling at the tide, screaming out
Raking her fingernails across your street

Here was your final resting place
The place where you chose to live and to die
Awake at daybreak, the sirens rang out for the righteous
Bring nothing to my grave, I want only shadow
To not breathe beneath the leaves and waves
Surrender to silence forever still

I could cast down on the masses, rock and stone
Curse the multitudes and latitudes, blessed not
Heed the warning of my temptation and deliver me this Evil
I am not human, I am not human, to be dead is to be done
Cool cold collapse of ocean waves, division after division
The day that turned out the hearts and lights of millions

Spare me not in the hours after
Run me through, down with the ships
Leave me bleeding, cold and black
I want only the sudden rush of water
That sound of chaos, the uncertainty of morning
Remember those who have lived and those who have died trying

Pray for them in heartache, in the moonlight
Pray for them in shadow, in the sunlight

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