If the darkness was gone?
If all the demonic presences of Earth vanish?
If the world was crowded with Angels?

Who will teach us to not be greedy?
To be thankful of the things that we receive?
Who would show us the great values of Love and Justice?

Who would be our saviors?
Who will lead us to the path of light and righteousness?
Who will help us to learn the importance of cleansing our sins?

If the darkness was gone?
If all the demonic presences of Earth vanish?
If the world was crowded with Angels....​

I don't care to see your struggle
as your endearment
puts me in a eternal ******* full of regret
where I continually desire the contraption
until you set me free

No longer will I be a slave to your affections
Your whispers clinging to my ears like paper clips
and your kisses, feeling like cheap post-its that falls like snowflakes

Keep such an endearment to yourself
So you can finally have a taste of your own self-worth

The Real Battle Starts
Right After all the surviving troops leave
when only soulless bodies of Earth
Remains

In a horrific state of purgatory
who are now suffering the consequences
for their sins

The Mushrooms and Bacteria
judge these bodies
As they decomposed the remains
testing the quality of life

The Crows are the punishers
picking at the remains like a wild carcass in Africa
tearing limb from limb
supporting their own families

And those bodies that had decomposed peacefully
left for the awakening

The darkness pass
The sins are dissolve
but once again chaos is caused

But it is ascertain
that those Bacteria and Crows
and Purgatory
is waiting.

Poems without words
is like a cry from the asylum
wanted to be release from their *******
when even after their death
they never turned insane

Death is like
Origami paper
which spills from a old woman's face
INTENSELY
until all her
melatonin
skin
dissaPears
and all that is left
is an empty             Volume of space
oncefullofthethingsthat
made her
UnIqUe

Virginity
is like a new dust pan
so shiny and bright
that is eventually full of garbage and dirt
that is thrown in the trash
with a new status
“used”

However some dustpans
are cleanse from their dirt
still carried with sin
and with  a scent of development
and sometimes wisdom

Others are always full with garbage and dirt
not knowing the basic luxury of soap
nor do they remember when it first came out the package

Other dustpans are never used
but will either rot
or with a miracle will be continually showered with soap
Lasting with great wisdom
or resentment for not ever being
“used”

But like all things
it comes to an end

a dustpan is replace
when it is broken down or rotten
continuing the cycle
of life and virginity.

Such useless paper
when created
are given to greedy and idiotic people
whose only instinctual intentions is to spend and create
more...

More of what?
what is the useless paper

It doesn't grow on trees
But
actually
it
is
a
tree

maybe 17000
of them
And they have the audacity to destroy those trees children?
and parents?
and history!!!!


Those faded green papers of money
fulled of BACTERIA and viruses
transporting on human beings
as though  a retaliation from god
As God planned to reigned over the corrupted America

But I take that green dollar and spend it
knowing full well
that there is something scarier then God's Wrath
Money