TWATROT (Poem)

All hail the Sacred Prostitutes Their tribes have filled the Earth Summon all to join in the inheritance they shall birth The land they claim The land of the slain The home of the twatspun lie They think they won it all But all they won is debt piled high An eye for and eye A theft for a theft A trick for a trick in valley of death Asherah missiles And Jezebel bombs Praying for a victory But asked the wrong God Now He got em where He want em He just waiting for the birth Like the corpses of Gehenna He gon get His ransom worth He gon fill it He gon light it He gon watch that bitch pop All the sucker ass phonies All up in the TWATROT

When LORD? When? (Poem)

 Put your ear to my lips And your shield to my heart King of kings Lord of lords The brothels are overflowing with adultry Endulgence is their statute Fornication is their vow Disease infects everyone they touch Legs spread wide across the globe High class whores with no class Spewing profanities in the name of The Word

The Last Souvenir (Poem)

I’m not sure what you think this is But it ain’t no saga full of glitter and glitz And I ain’t a dumb cheerleader with garlic and sticks I’ll crush a team Edward with stack of bricks That I dozed with a Caterpillar daubed with vamps I ain’t a slayer I just crush alot

Hell Mary (Poem)

Hell Mary Full of shit The Lord is with thee Blessed art thou among women And blessed is the fruit of thy bowels And the crown of twelve stars upon thy head Lowly Mary Mother of Sin Wail with us sinners Now until the hour of thy death Amen

Black Day (Poem)

Oh what a black day it will be When I castrate the harlots of blasphemy When their means to seduce becomes the means to their end And the black day that cometh bears no fair weather friends They spread out their legs to the kings of the world Committing adultry against the sovereign lord

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?

My Vision Boards (Part 2)

Creativity has always been a passion of mine. Every time I go to rehab, my greatest inspiration to move forward comes from the random art projects we create. I always feel kind of awkward when I create projects in rehab because nobody gets into it like I do.

Captive Zion (Scripture)

Daughter Zion has become an object of horror A song of mockery An insolent taunt among the nations

The Eleventh Hour (Poem)

The eleventh hour
Spine tingling
Heart wrenching
Gut aching

Heads are gonna Roll (Poem)

Right on time
My hands untied
Now
Heads are gonna roll