Al mal que no tiene cura
Hazle la cara dura

El que come huevo sin sal
Come mierda sin pensar.

You've never been crushed before....cliche but that's what I plan to do.

I just walked across the street to get some sushi for myself and my dad.  He passed two years ago...sometimes I get real sad.
But when I made his place at the table...he said thank you son but I no longer hunger...I have everything I need...but you still have a body...go ahead and eat.

My sister has seen me on top of the world and at the fathoms of a bottomless pit.  There she gave me the moniker...St. Anger.  
I've wasted so much life and blackened my soul so badly with hate and anger that it now longs to balance those years of self hate and worldly fate with truth and love.

I spoke with her today....she came to kiss my mom....she looked into my eyes and started to cry....tears of joy for she saw in me a brand new spark of life, the passing of all life's strife rife with distrust, no love just lust...hate of me hate of all....an angel caught up in the fall.  

Two words she said and that was all.....St. Love.

Creation
Imagination
Saturation
Frustration
Indignation
Sublimati­on
Revelation
Trepidation
Elevation
Elation
Divination

My heart is flying faster than a jet fighter...Mach5.
My soul rejoices because yours is so alive.
Since you've arrived...
Immortal!!! you by my side.
So high I could just die.
My being tells me it's right....
To see just look into my eyes.
I've landed in paradise.