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

Hot Pockets (Poem)

You think you’re gonna bogart on the patriarch Acting like a hot pocket On the side thottin Raising up the temperature Irresistible Then you thrown koniption When they eat you up

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?

Catholic ‘Pro-Life’ Hypocrisy

Here it is folks, straight out of a Catholic Bible. Oh damn… What hypocrisy? I suppose it’s not hypocrisy seeing as they don’t even read The Bible…

Queen Zion and the Curse of the Wicked (Scripture)

Resplendent and unfading is Queen Zion the spirit of Wisdom that emanates the precepts of Yahuwah, Lord of the way things are. He built His sanctuary in the heights of Her holy mountain that His Name may remain righteous and unblemished for all generations. His love for Her transcends all things, for She is the attendant at His throne and the Spirit guarding the gates of His Kingdom.

The Narrow Path (Poem)

If we left the right And right is to the left Then straight is far from in between Traveling the narrow path is far from what it seems Judging by the standards of misled odysseys Right is never righteous And foul is never grieved

That Awkward Moment (Poem)

What an awkward moment When you realize you’re wrong And everything you thought you knew turns out to be a con When you look around at the world you hate And see a reflection of you

Flush the River of Love (Lyrics)

Why do you hate me?
(hate me, hate me, hate me)
Why can’t you love?

This is Insanity (Lyrics)

You think you’re hot
But MAN
You sound just like a dope slanger
Low down
Played out
Just like a dope slanger

Self-Righteous Bliss (Poem)

Hypocrites, pharasies, zealots, and liars
All held steadfast to fulfill your desires
Take what you want
Want what ain’t true
Never break bread when there’s nothing for you