YHWH Sayz

I’m gonna fuck you up
I’m gonna make you scream My Name
No matter where you are
I’m gonna find you
In your grave

Mother of Swine (Poem)

What a blasphemous twat she is
Mother of swine
Herder of pigs

She thinks she’s so special
Her bountiful trough
Legs wide open to all of her flock

She rivals Mount Zion with her two-timing beast
Luring peasants with wine-and-dine feasts

The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin (Scriptures)

Hierarchical civilization began 6,000 years ago. 6,000 years of Prophesy against this wicked system of things ended in 1874. Since then, history has witnessed the most all-consuming wars of all times, revolving around a Christian/Jewish Zionist conspiracy to expropriate the land of Israel and hold dominion over all the Scriptural lands that were Prophesied to ruin, time and time again. We are in the dawn of the Last Day (1,000 years) when the authority of man (Satan) will be annihilated, and the truth will set us free from this wicked system.

Men be like… (Poem)

Me manYou womanMe stick pee pee in your holeHoot hoot OoOooOoh girl Look at you What a tempty piece of meatBody like an hourglass Legs like a beast Eyes like a catSo sexy and serene Can I get your number?Promise I won’t be mean Come on We’ll just be friendsI’ll take you for a ride […]

Filthy, Smelly Bitch (Poem)

What the kunt?
What a mut
What a filthy, smelly bitch

What burden on my side
What a fight that I can’t win

As a dog returns to his vomit
So the fool repeats his folly

Then he chases his own tail
Bites his ass
Then tries again

The Second Coming (Poem)

I summon the Prophets, the Kings, and the Saints
I summon the meek, the wise, and the lame
I summon you all to remember who you are
I summon you to preach the Second Coming near and far
For you are the Truth, the Way and the Light
The Messiah is in you, and you are The Messiah

The Boomerang is Coming (Poem)

Judgment Day is near for all the godless nations
As you have done, so it will be done to you
The boomerang is coming to pillage your coup
Just as they partied on God’s holy mountain
All the godless nations will drink the wrath of God
They’ll drink and drink and drink
They’ll drink themselves to death

Somebody heLLLp

I’m on the express bus again, this time headed back to the Bronx, thinking about how unhopelessly hopeless I am. I don’t know what it is about the express that gets me going. It’s like I’m seeing everything for the first time, everytime, without all the traffic. And it bugs me out…

The World is Full of Bums (Poem)

Filthy bums
Worthless incompetent swine

Didn’t yo Mamas ever tell you not to shit where you eat?

Ohhhh I can’t take it
I’m going out of my mind

The whole world is full of bums
Lazy fucks of every kind

Fighting over boxes
Doing their dirt in the voting line

Waking up from a coma

What have I been doing for the past twenty years? I feel like such a loser… WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… It’s all a blur. I know I had goals and dreams, but I squandered most of my time wallowing in misery, drinking, word vomiting on Twatter, sleeping, and making an utter fool of myself. And of course it took a pandemic of social distancing for me to come out of my self-imposed isolation.