We Will Rise (Poem)

They whose names we must never mention hate freedom Because freedom means we dont have to believe their lies Which means we have the right to think for ourselves Which means one day we will rise

Another day in the pen… (Poem)

Another day trapped in the sheep pen Gettin fed all typa feed Camped up right side the sheep gate Waiting for my chance to flee I don’t know what they be sayin But I know it ain’t for me Cuz allz I know is I can see and what I see is blasphemy

Doin Too Much (Poem)

Liaisons Put the face on Act like they doing something we want Act like their way is the right way Act like we can’t play the same game But by right They ain’t right Their lost cause, is worldwide Their platform, is all lies Their last stop, is Third Reich

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.