Viva la Rebellion
Once upon a time There were three little pigs The eldest of brothers was the picker of figs The second in line was the heir to the throne The herder of sheep and the bearer of gold The third little piggy was swarthy in kind… He shed dark that cast all way to the light […]
How did the persecuted become the persecutors? When did the meek become the misers? Since when is hypocrisy the religion of the one true God? The hows and whys are a tale too twisted to fully comprehend. But a wise man once said all truth will be revealed in the end.
The day of judgment is upon us and it’s coming on strong. Judge not or you will be judged by the exact measure of judgment you cast before God.
What happens when you shake a snow globe? A whirlwind disseminates around whatever masterpiece lies beneath. And as that masterpiece awaits patiently to be revealed, the shaker continues to shake and shake and shake, as though chaos is more amusing than art.
My advice for active alcoholics is…
If you’re seeing in ones
You’re good
If you’re seeing in twos
You’re a little bit tipsy
If you’re seeing in threes
You might do something you will regret
If you’re seeing in fours
GOD BLESS
Living gets harder
Day by day
Time don’t stop
Tears don’t fade
The world gets dumber
The tides don’t change
The only thing that gets better is the smartphone craze
Is there anybody out there?
Is anything real?
All the world is a hoax
You can’t cry when you can’t feel
There’s no sight when you look away
You can’t fight what you won’t stop
Woe to you IsraHELL
Mother of lies
Mother of martyrs
Mother of whores
You stoned the Prophets
And burned the scrolls
Sought death for your children
Broke bread with your foes
You raped and pillaged
And broke the commands
Taunted and cheated with blood on your hands
An abomination is what you’ve come to be
The Lost Ten Tribes are death under your feet
I take it all in
And then I spit it out
Like a hurricane coming
Toward your famine and drought
And as the rain keeps coming
And the sun won’t sun
And the birds won’t sing
And hives all die
I’m a wave to your summer
While you’re at the beach
And skies are clear
And your mind is at ease
Topheth is stacked with an abundance of wood
Woe to the kings who are up to no good
Woe to the nations of blasphemous glory
The beginning of light is the end of your story
Woe is the sulfur that comes down like rain
It’s the end of drought and the beginning of pain
Woe is the fire that sets it ablaze
The flood of the righteous at the end of dayz
I got problems in my head
Sometimes I say the things I wish I didn’t said
Sometimes I do the things that really make so sense
Sometimes I lay around all day and fart in the bed
I got lizardz in my mind
I can feel them taking over from time to time
Sometimes it feels like my body isn’t mine
At times I feel I got no choice but to die
I got venom in my veins
Bloodfire that shoots before it aims
I
Pile
On
Words
Like
A
Stack
Of
Letters
In
Hope
They
May
Find
A
Way
To
Your
Heart
Living gets harder
Day by day
Time don’t stop
Tears don’t fade
The world gets dumber
The tides don’t change
The only thing that gets better is the smartphone craze
Is there anybody out there?
Is anything real?
All the world is a hoax
You can’t cry when you can’t feel
There’s no sight when you look away
You can’t fight what you won’t stop
