When you’re gone… (Lyrics)

Keep thinking I’m afraid Aaah ha Keep saying it’s okay-to-hate-me We’re so worlds apart Aaah ha Keep hearing it for the ones Who got what it takes To win the war Aaaah ha Keep seeing everything for what you can get Not what you deserve Aaaah ha I’m not gonna see no, hear no, speak no when you’re gone Oooh ooh

The things you never did… (Poem)

The alluring ones Life is but an impenetrable bubble that you dare never pop So aesthetically appealing to trauma ridden eyes Eyes that see the wiles of the ruse that never stops But your eyes see only you On the cover of magazines Bloody carpets In the spotlight On the signs of city streets Your bubble may never pop As you live your fullest life Flashy cars and gaudy mansions Front row seats at your own rite But after all you’ve done is done And you retire to your grave Your only true remembrance is the things you never did

#@$*^#%&$ (Poem)

Throw a bomb at a war Win or lose Get some cash Get that money like its crack Buy a house and some crap Throw the crap in the trash Throw the trash on the ground Toss it all around Push it out to the sea Act like you don’t see As you walk on by Living out your life Til you lose your house And your car And your crap And then suddenly you see So you have alot to say Throw a bomb Wage a war

I Cried Today (Poem)

I cried to day and I can’t say why My emotions got the best of me And it left me feeling high High from all my anger Frustrations run my life I beg and pray for answers But the answers don’t suffice Blank stares and ridicule is all that comes my way I tend to feel so miniscule More helpless day by day

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

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?

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.