I ain’t sticken around for this shit Dufuq I gotta do to end this shit? The whole world is infected with endless moronicness I pray for the day when the world fails the test There’s not a single nonmoron in sight to see Even the onez who know dont know Even the onez who see […]
A Beautiful Scene (Poem)
Somewhere outside In a perfect moment Time stands still As the last breath takes
Razor Bladez (Poem)
Cutting and slicing and dicing A midnight rendezvous Relief from all the pent up pain An end to this night of ghouls
No Seige Unpunished (Poem)
Woe to You IsraHELL (Poem)

Woe to you IsraHELL Mother of liez Mother of martyrz Mother of whorez You stoned the Prophetz And burned the scrollz Sought death for your children Broke bread with your foez You raped and pillaged And broke the commandz Taunted and cheated with blood on your handz An abomination is what you’ve come to be […]
YHWH Sayz (Lyrics)
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
Im A Hero (Poem)
Im a hero I do what I came to to I break bread when it ain’t wit youz I save penniez to kike the youz Id give my life just to spite the youz
ASstube (Poem)
ASstube is a fasciest Feeding you twatever gon get you to MASSA the fastest Sometimez it seemz the ASstube is passion But when you add it all up That passion is madness See cuz… No matter you click… you done found a clique And cliques only care bout what is bout the ain’t shit What […]
All Alone (Poem)
I’m all alone in this cold cruel world Hit after hit after hit after hit I’m done trying in this cold cruel world Everything I do Shit after shit I’m tired struggling in this chase after world Game after game after game after game I’m ready to drop a bomb on this cold cruel world […]
Evolution (Poem)
The Winepress of Hate (Journal Entry)

The delusions of mankind are like shards beneath my feet, bruises on my skin, a fight that I can’t win. I’m drowning in a winepress of narcissistic hate. Peddled out to foolish trolls drunk on hurt and fame.
They stomp it out, then bottle it up, and pass it off as love. But the mess that’s left behind is all but brushed under the rug.
The fruit of the vine that keeps on giving, never stops, it carries on. When everything is taken, new life begins to grow. Gathered into compost, scattered in the fields, feeding all the new vines for generations yield.
So you can throw me in the winepress of narcissistic hate. You can take what’s worth the giving and leave the rest to fate. But beware of the delusion that you’re the one in charge as you sip upon my vengeance and blackout in the yard.

