Have Mercy (Lyrics)

The birds are in the trappers
And the plastic in the waters
I pray for you
But nothing comes
I’m in too deep

Be Fruitful (Poem)

The Earth is not ours to destroy
We are but servants and we must employ
Our presence before God must not be in vain
For all that is fruitful will always remain

Down with the Bible Candy (Poem)

Down with the Bible Candy Feel good words of sightless guides A distraction from the simple truth that will tear our fucking hydes Sugar coated fallacy is like Spam garnished with gold is like rapists parading the streets on high Black mambas in the snow

Happy Thanksgiving All You Christian Hypocrites

Let us begin this tirade against the blasphemous harlot that Christianity has become with a moment of silence to remember the genocidal history behind Thanksgiving. Let us also take a moment to reflect on the millions of turkeys that were slaughtered, minus the one that was ‘pardoned,’ and the tons of waste that will soon enter the landfills and waterways.

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

Crisis actors, inflatable snowmen and the vagina in the sky

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, hell is what we make it and happiness belongs to all who choose to own it. But what goes for reality? Is it something we choose, create, behold? Does it come in a box tied with a bow? If we reject it will it simply go away?