Selfish self-servers wearing masks of divinity
In two waves his answer arrives

Haughty
Harlots
Keep quiet
Or further aeons in hell
Is what you'll get

I am not your reason when you look for someone to guilt.

You are the candle, I am the looking glass.

You see only your self when you project on me.

You look for a crime because you have a criminal's mind.

I've had enough of looking your way.

You're blinded by your worries.

Your flame is hate.

My window is clear and sees you true, unfiltered.

But now, it's apparent you have no vision.

So fend for your lil self, and you'll have no blame left for me.

I see the light and the darkness now.

But you feel only for yourself.

You'll learn.

Alone.

The disappointments of man
Are hard to bear
For they deny us all joy
But the pleasure of being alone
And so we seek salvation in a bottle
For there is none whole
Nor willing to be so
Thus I fill myself up
And empty my cask
There's little to do here
About these basking husks
I'd much rather vacate
And embrace my destiny.
I've done all I could
The disappointment is theirs.
Angels are kinder
I've beared enough.
Those who blame are at fault
And will never place burden on me
And so, I am free
And they are not welcome to join me.

Alone in the cold
With only an angel to spy me
It's amazing they do not care:
They do nothing.

I thought once that She would help me
Lend me warmth,
But that was a dream:
humans are no angels.

Now I know.

I am succor to the innocent,
Terror to the harming,
Conquerer of matter,
King of the beyond

Used, a utility, a convenience

To be controlled or dropped.

Where are the ones who are open and giving of love?

And aren't just looking for some thing to be

Used, a utility, a convenience

To be controlled or dropped?

Where are the ones who are open and giving of love?

Soft hands in summer
Warm hands in the light
But come winter, dried up n parched
Not my fault
I was pure before I met you
Still am, always will be.
If my surface is mottled
It was due to your cold winds
And harsh heat.
But I will be free again
And glow bright

Oh yes, the dream
Neptunian Nightmare
This lifemare
With her in the rain
At least she screams
Not worth the feels
Between neutral and real
I'd prefer nothing
Even this
Is a waste
Tho no more than any other taste
A lower price
It's
Optional
No price worth paying
For additional fleeing flings
I'd prefer sleep
But still I eat
It's better than nothing
Tho not really

When I go in your mouth
I take a bite too
To fulfill all righteousness
I eat souls
But you crave sins
You are the ****** fool
Lust-centered harlot
I am the guillotine
Old faithful
V. the faithless
(Part 2)
The guilty party
And the guilt-free
You are wasteful
I am the master
Degenerates
Venerate me
Or lose your minds
Along with your souls
All filth
Is yours
The ugly
You make
I am beauty
So I wear no veil
You hide yourself
'Cause you come from hell
(Part 3)
There's no hiding
In the long run
Face me now
Tomorrow, there's no running
It's too late
You made your choice
Holes, you ignored my voice
To go chase noise
Soror, there are consequences
To being a toy
Eternally sore
Your pain will be my joy
As you made mine yours
But my reasons are pure
Like me
And unlike you
But you will be too
Or you'll swim in a toilet
Of patsies like you
(Part 4)
Down the hatch
You down-voted life
You should've loved truth
Instead of wielding that knife
Therefore, strife
And an end to your lolling
You've no excuses
You're no little dolly
(Post)
But another adorer
User and cheat
Painting testers like me
As if we're trash li'e you
(Ppost)
I give
You runs
An eyeful
O sirens
Do Re Me

Tropical Smoothie Cafe is gross
They microwave their chicken
Who knows if their veggies are fresh
With that vile mindset
Don't trust them
Like the hypocritical, fallen Mormons
All are fake
Tofu *******

I owe you a debt of death to hedge a bet I made with Ged that you were good but you were bad so I'll raise the land and plague your home to make good on my promise alone, then I'll **** your wives and steal your swine and **** your kids and block your sky and blot out your sun and blacken your thumb, enslave your sons and give them guns and you will pay for your betrays of an albatross who came to love but you bit his soul and gave him loss n now you'll know what it is to lose and to eat crow, and the dove who came to save you all is now just here to cut off your *****, so burn babies burn.

They stole souls
From Daddy
To use as holes.
He took it,
And tanned their hides
To make useful soles.
He treads in them
Every day
To remember the traitors.
He bore them
For leather
Finer than Florida gators.
He's fine now
Using them
Minus the bearing.
His children greeting him
Need no further warning,
Grateful for shoes to remind them
It's never forgotten.

I don't get whiskey ****
I kept my wisdom teeth
'Cause I'm ******* awesome
And awesome *******
A king free
And *****
And for those who shamed me
To cocoon me
I'll wear their skins
As shoes

Beyond the veil
Pale wisps, shadows
You move, you fall
Parts are lost
Bowels loosen
But nothing comes out
Why the Silence?

You're a doll
In pieces
Blocky arms
Creaky hinges
You have no control
Keep Quiet
Breathe

Once

The windows
are covered.
Get up!
Collapse

Scattered
jacks
rattle
bones

Lost

Stark Lights
Fill the room
Nowhere to run
Skies collapse
Thunderclaps
Where do they come from?
You shrink inside
Run to the covers
The bed is wet
Smells of mildew
Maybe they killed you.
Who's next door?
And why is it Screaming?

Stale bread
Licking dust
A million stars
Observe above
They're inside you
Owning your mind
Eating the soul
Eternity trapped
Within brick walls
Stained by crimes
Cold is a long time
Blackness ahead
And below
Empty all
Alone

Beware my number
For I Am Sweet

Women used to love
Warriors.
Now they peg
Punks.
It is revealed
They never loved in the first place,
Only used.

Unwise.

I've myriad ends
To be met with lips

To be saved for you
Is to be passive,
Your goal to end our complaints,
To put us on a diet, starving on faux saints.
"Be peaceful, don't disrupt our war (and whorin')
Or we'll war against your peace."
So holy, so blameless,
All you want is for such joys
To be endless.
That's why you take from us our feeling,
Our thoughts,
And our choices,
Leaving us in chains,
Funneling us by limits
Created by YOUR taints
Into soul-destroying foyers,
Where time and life may waste.
You think that because you can't control you
That those who can should pay.
Selfish, solipsistic, your so-called love is locks,
Constraints on us to keep us quiet,
Your loving face a feint.
Blank stares you give us when we smile
Without the approval of your code,
All a maze to hide your lying, stealing, using ugly soul.
Shut up! Nothing is ugly! I'm perfect as I am!
Using killing thieving stealing!
Creating pain for generations to come.
All is well and all is equal, evil's well as good!
No consequences to my actions, grin and bear it like you should!
My glimmer proves I'm God's own child,
I use his name in vain, I AM! (be ******)
My smile's worth the price you pay,
So we pretend that we are clean!
Why wash when we can remain the same,
This Perfect Princely Palace
Of Peace and Love and Joy so long,
Clearly nothing here is wrong!
We have the Way, enjoy the fruits! Ignore the offal all around you, I promise you we're true! (and beauty too)
Rhyme and reason, faith and charity, motions you go through,
But nought ever improves.
So what is love if you don't care
Because you're bent on filling pews?
All men are hypocrites, all women liars,
Picking pieces bent to fill them up with ways to fuel their fire, to fool their eyes and ears and hearts
So they can doll up dogs and parade around desires
Claiming they're Divine.
None are good, all are false,
And every prophet suffers while the rich who seek toward heaven tell them quit your want for something better,
Settle for this trash, it's all we've got. (drink wines)
That's not a cherub's way, He's passion,
Not an old castrated goat
Who ***** the hooves of Shaitan,
Below the vaulted sky
To mewl for his grubby food.
What decency have men left,
What dignity, what shame.
Your lack of caring for those angels you make suffer before your faulty throne
Proves you're the one alone, unworthy of His name.
Next time you critique the critic
Perhaps you should hear him first,
Rather than making every verse you ****** a *****
To excuse your cowardice toward the Word, ye murderers of faith and love and truth.
Remember youth.
Your best be uncouth 'n' open,
Not hiding from the light.
They fight and claw toward heaven's voice,
Not run away in fright
From God's rumbling,
Whining about rough words,

So those selfish faux good demons of society can send more up and down a cliff of beaming singing bliss forsaking questions and Justice's lashing stakes,

While they get off on it in vile leering hubris, a craven's lust for power, false authority slashing over other souls with empty epithets for the sake of a sloppy solace of control and cashing in and out. (Learn the Lesson)

So take your hats off,
Show your skin,
Be more real, (Confess)
And Let Me In.

Every note bleak here
Not a one is real
Each new mirror eviler
Dead end looking superior
Each and every day
With each new form learned
I get sleepier, more weary of the earth
A place where life is weepier
And death is just a church
No answers giving, no people neither
Negatives in all but me
Surrounded by the unclean
Cloaked in many toilettes
No end but waste,
To breathe is an offense
To God and to taste
And God Himself a waste
Of breath on the tongue
In the heart or the mind
An empty vessel
Just like his sheep
All've been fleeced
And everyone's a thieve
The only answer is in me
The rest of you are feces
It's obvious before our face
You've never did a **** thing
Real or lasting for the race
All you have is stink and smoke
And all the things you've killed
Pretending to love
Feigning to weep
You have no heart
Just gametes and cheeks
Like an animal farm
You deserve your pen
I'll never love you
Not again
That lesson I've learned
Of my own accord
No thanks to you
I've cut the cord
We don't thank vermin
For the pain they've given
The difference between devils
And angels is we're forgiven
What was the point
Of giving all this blood
To a world of pigs without love
But to self-reflect and -respect
And to learn a few rhymes
And how to butcher
And be immune to
Every unclean thing
Under the sun
My Father isnt solid
He was never really there
I am the son
I created him
I found me
I farted you out
And I'll flush you soon
With rains, with tornadoes
Fire and fear
What use are you now?
When all your lessons were what not to be
Oh inverted souls
My ******* is more reliable than you
No, let's change that, it's something I can count on
I won't mention you again
Give glory to what's good in me instead
Focus on what's right and real
Not the nots that are not to mention
Nothing to me now
The truest accomplishment
To give up on what is nothing
To focus on what's real
Something everlasting
Something that doesn't steal
I only need me
And eternity
She's my girl now
The only real girl
And I'm the only one she's inviting in
The only one who's real

There'll be fleas in the alley
For thee someday

Fleas in the alley for thee
Dear Lord I pray

There'll be sadness
Sorrow
Trouble
You'll see

There'll be fleas
In the alley
For thee

Some sweet
Sweet day

The reward for our ancestors
Who fought and bled in wars:
A habitat of heartless ******.

What a worthless waste
Of empty vessels to inherit.

Not a gift of love here, merely more chores,
Meaningless words of habit
And badgering demands.

Plastic fruit,
Ingratious friends,
Submitting smiles,
Slimy bags of debt.

Where's my kin?

Ah, I see it.
They're the slaughtered.
Keep your rancid meats, then, suckers - you win.

I'm bound for my heavenly harem, killers.
You can swallow sins.

My tone is necessitated by the sinner who does not listen otherwise. Instead of wasting time with your childish antics you could've been helping them instead of being hostile to me. There will be no excuses for such cowardly laziness at the last day.

Below

"But whether it's good or bad, criticism is necessary."

Grow up

They note leaves /

But not people /

They seep tea /

But don't sɛw

Simple souls
It is a pain to greet them
For them a treat to treat them
For me a miss, amiss, mistreatin'
Their mere breath a threat
Or more a discomfort
Like a fly or gnat
I don't like my net,
To fret
But I need it
Not wet
And with no holes

Druga is illusion
A symbol or a membrane
A discus to be thrown
To observe the arc in sunshine.

She is not the ball
To be shotput through
She is not the goal
But a passage by the soul.

Sit, spread
Your arms wide as rainbow.
Wife, you have forgotten
The son is not your daughter.

I must conjure a phantasm
To remember my beauty
For the others are out of phase
And cannot see me.

I will be me.
My own ghost.
I like me better,
More than most.

Actually, more than the host of 'em.
But that's their problem.

I just have to remember
They're all lying hypocrites
Self-absorbed and blind
And that's why don't find me.

Of course it's said they hate the truth
But I struggle to find reasons to remain
With no hope in the "wise"
Nor in the youth.

all drain.

Do I think my refrains will catch one
Before my remains fetch the sun?
I ought refrain to say, but truly
I'd prefer to be underground

by now.

I've fallen
Out of love,
I've found
A battery has only so much charge
Even if it's very large

and I'm wound down.

I daresay the lesser tragedy
Would be to die
Than to have to live again

here.

Better to faent quickly
Than to suffocate on their bad breath slow.
I gave 'em a shot
And they'll reap what they've sown.

bye now

[Till then I'll try to remember
I'm the only one who's home.
Yet home alone is getting tiresome
And I really need a clone.]

"Going against God's pride."

That's an interesting remark.
"Blasphemy" could make one think.

I thought subversives were cool,
For a good cause,
But all they do is **** out flowers
For applause.

Game players,
No noble souls,
Just pompous dictators
Who use every name in vain.

That's the real sin, of dogmatic harlots.
Mark 'em for the fire,
for they violate the first rule of god club.
DON'T.

We did it for the future
The future of all
But now the future demands
We all die

We did it!

You all are

Sick

I am a beautiful song
Humans do not see me
But the stars besiege me
And my vision is for they.

For they see me truly,
In the night sky we play.
The humans beneath are nothing
I forget them now.

(A sign for us alone
We who see beyond
The swans we are are seeping
Into the great pond.

Past the way of milk
We've lost the bounds of silk
Woven for the lost souls
Yoked to sirens' ilk.)

We see.
We sought.
And not for nought.
We sing, we.

An update to the ending of poem of the century.

...

So those selfish faux good demons can send more up and down a cliff of beaming singing bliss forsaking questions and Justice's lashing stakes,
While they get off on it in vile leering hubris, a craven's lust for power, false authority slashing over other souls with empty epithets for the sake of a sloppy solace of control and cashing in and out. (Learn the Lesson)
So take your hats off,
Show your skin,
Be more real, (Confess)
And Let Me In.

In the long run

In the meantime,
Space, hog!

They are legion

The seedy ****** here were ungrateful, hateful
With my giving loving rainbow drops

Now I know the ugly huminz need mustard seed facefulls
To plug their noisy orifices up

Good thing I'm not into sinus ****
At least, not yet

Do better, stupid humins
Or you'll come to know the taste of de luge

I am the Darkness
You are the night
You are the coward
I am the fright.

You are the darkness.
You are the craven.
I am the Raven.
I am the Night.

I am the Stars.
You - are nought.
I am the Deep.
I am the Thought.

You try so hard in your casual work
But casually flip off angels without a word.
What's the crux of all those hours
When you negate them with a click?

They choose their fate
By their choices
To be caring or no
I merely enforce it

"Life at court was cut off from the rest of the world. People spent their time with superficial poetry, music, romance, and gossip. Women in particular"

I make the air
I rule the wind
You feel me
I know you
From beyond
I blow you
My **, you
Can't escape

Big fish
Oft disturb tadpoles
Aft
They keep on a-swimmin'
Displacin' dem *******

Odin is angry
You keep producing your trash
Calling it candy
Parasitic gnats
Too many of you
******* up O2
Mindless generators
Of useless waste
Polluting the environment
Toxifying the atmosphere
Suffocating the noble
With your ***** pampers
Thus you are thieves
And guilty to please
Committed the crime
Doubled down on your grime
Compounding your sentence
Torturing innocents
Blaming the blameless
Soon you'll be armless
You shouldn't have taken
From the clean and good
Nor named them ugly
Or left them without wood