Sexual Preference (Poem)

He, she, him, her, they, them, ze, hir Call me whatever makes you feel secure A pronoun don’t define who I am in this world When I try to define the definition of me The thing that never comes to mind
is a letter to represent my sexuality LGBTQQIAAPDCNGGG What the actual fuck does this have to do with what makes me me?

PAIN (Poem)

Pain that is never felt Can never warn that something’s wrong Can never thwart you from the fire Can never push you to be strong Happiness is deceiving When it’s all you’ve ever known When the world that exists beyond your realm is just another debt to toll

Maria Prosecuter stuns in some typa pants and a shirt

Maria Prosecuter was spotted today in Spanish Harlem wearing some typa pants and a shirt. It’s unclear who the designer is but woooaah… Pants… Look at me… Im soOooOoo pretty…

IsraHELL’s Brazen Harlotry Reaches New Heights

IsraHELL Mother of Harlot’s is spreading her legs on Tik Tok to seduce the unwitting masses into fornication with her genocidal ways. Who knew Tik Tok is just another gimmick to spread divisive confusion as humanity edges the brink of mass extinction?

Rendezvous with Death (Poem)

Death is a slip that makes us weep Yet a third of our lives are passed in sleep And the rest is spent chasing those things that cause to stir and agitate Tunnel vision beading in The works of futile hands Marveling in the craftsmanship that plunders every land Death to all the works of God As long as we get our fill

The Sideliners (Scripture)

So tired yet so alert, half-asleep yet reluctant to close my eyes. Glaring at the creepy old church, broken windows, tattered moldings crafted by a skilled artisan. A spirited gust of cool, misty air came rustling through the barely cracked window. Spine-tingling relaxation swathed my wearied essence.

Reality Check (Poem)

They hide behind curtains
Rehearsing lines as though their minds can’t comprehend
Their reality

Cereal Killa (Lyrics)

Phone the threat
I’m the cereal killa

Fear is back
And there ain’t no realler
Sing the same song
Just put a coat of armor on
Think tank
is a sink anchor

Got No Personlity (Lyrics)

Don’t understand
So I don’t get involved

Dressin is impression
I’m fit to show
Off in a giddy
Better get me on

Front page of news
Sellin ’do that ya’ll’

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.