Genesis (Poem)

Dedicated to my sister in recovery, Genesis…
The book of genesis is full of hard won battles
Successes and failures
Trials that persist until the end of times
The road to recovery is like the exodus to the land of milk and honey 
Only those who persist in doing what is right can make it to the promised land

The Horizon (Poem)

Expirimentalizing
With my eyes fixed on the horizon
Always dreaming and devising
Unceasingly seeking
Never compromising

Into Eternity (Lyrics)

Oh no
Way up out my hell hole No way to get up
I’m a lay low Wait for the chance to erase
The one we gave the reign to
Gave it up for ransom The next time I see him
I’m a ditch him

Thief in the Night (Poem)

Just as it happened in the days of Noah
So shall it happen now
The Son of Man will harvest souls
Like a reaper on a plow
Satan’s seed will perish
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I beg of you
Please, hear me now
Oh children of the dark

Keys to The Kingdom (Lyrics)

I got the keys to The Kingdom
Waiting for the right time to click the handle

West to the Eastside
Fear no wrong
We gon kick the anthem

Feel me on the get down
Nic nac patty wac give my dogs a real stack

In the battle ground
Seen on top
Don’t get no louder now

Hands on the hot sauce
Who you gon call when you flip the boss off?

The Second Coming (Poem)

I summon the Prophets, the Kings, and the Saints
I summon the meek, the wise, and the lame
I summon you all to remember who you are
I summon you to preach the Second Coming near and far
For you are the Truth, the Way and the Light
The Messiah is in you, and you are The Messiah

Falling Back in Love with Scriptures

I’m working on my first post about the Scriptures titled, “The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin,” and my once overwhelming passion for Scripture is flooding back into every orifice of my being. At one point in life, I was obsessed with Scripture, poring through every book, connecting the puzzle pieces into one mindblowingly prophetic epiphany.

The Boomerang is Coming (Poem)

Judgment Day is near for all the godless nations
As you have done, so it will be done to you
The boomerang is coming to pillage your coup
Just as they partied on God’s holy mountain
All the godless nations will drink the wrath of God
They’ll drink and drink and drink
They’ll drink themselves to death

Rethinking My Game Plan

Good evening my fellow rebels. Are you ready for the return of the boomerang? I been waiting for this moment for all my life. And I can feel it coming like a beautiful disaster.

True Christians are Anarcho-Communists and I am going to prove it.

It’s been a year since I left Connecticut after getting kicked out of the sober house. I’ve made a lot of progress in terms of reclaiming my mental stability, but I still have more work to do.
While I was In my addiction I had so much I wanted to prove. But all I could do was get drunk, word vomit on Twatter, and complain complain complain about this world full of morons. Meanwhile, if I wasn’t being such a moron I might have been able to prove my point. I rather chose to get mad every time some idiot regurgitated the lies they were fed, and I would use that as an excuse to get drunk and act a fool. It was a sicknesss.