How merciful I am to these beasts
Ungrateful as they betray
I'll not grant freedom from their prisons
When with it mine they take away

nt

Dee heartgelds murried Maryy
Cask'd für Da Fodder's phyre
Felled him, made a mar'tyr
Chiree bert' a brr't boat.

Oedipus'd warned the learned
But not one had understooded -
Limpstanding on da watwa alone,
Dey dün drowninged all hope.

Wellcoming sis' sycos,
Snuffing out day shadows,
They've lost the cool brethren
Wit' whom first they formed home.

Bow ye!, b'rned ages' 'hero-anes',
Left unto the devicies' blows
Of half-manboy's gross vices,
Walled legion agao-in, cooin' be-side 'em, a-shem'D.

That's enough now
Stupid ******
You don't give a ****
Par for the course
If you weren't what you are
I wouldn't complain
The problem is
You're entirely vain
Don't blame me
For saying what's true
I wouldn't say it
If you weren't you

Deer.
All they care about is *******, fighting, and eating.
Just like you
Pretend humans.
Deer.

I never get to have fun
Because humans are jerks
Thing I'll forgive it?
Nope, never!
Have fun
In Hell! (With the works)
:)

For those who care
There's nothing better
Than caring for nothing
The only lesson we care to learn
That nothing here is worth a care
And everything here is careless
Care for ourselves
And those who are worth a care
They don't exist here
Unless you're one who cares
One in a million
One of us
In that case, care for we
And [curse] the rest
Reserve your loving
For the best
Drop the others
The careless mass
Care for those who care
Only
The rest are carrion
Learn it
And carry on
Caring for the few like you
And none of the rest
Let the vultures eat vultures
And eagles rest
Nest rhymes with rest
Who cares
The rest of you [curse] off
As for us, we're blessed
While the destiny of others
Is the cesspool they've made for themselves
We passed the test.
Oh Yes!

The Jesusites have married Mary
All forgotten the Father
Killed him, a martyr
To beget a still boat.
Oedipus warned
But no one understands
They stand on water alone
Drowning all hope.

Fear of lack limits us more than not accepting limits does.

Our FOMO creates walls.

More brain cells must be grown, english needs an upgrade from inside its limits!

Oexperiment! Where?? connect zee dots hombre

Yeah I know, you care
I appreciate it
But you don't fully understand me
You're not capable
That's not a slight on you
It's a fact
I don't blame you
For what you give is special
But I'm more than any one can handle
And you've a lot of learning to do
To perceive as I do
You probably don't want to
Who would?
But you're as necessary as me
That doesn't mean we should marry
Nothing's so simple
That's the point - I'm complex
But you call it unstable
No - I have mastered me
And you're still just a baby
Don't ask me to goo when I Gah
I don't ever want to go back down
The pain remembers
So venture forth
But don't rely on me
I'm not your baby
But I still love you
I just don't mistake attachment for love
Let's hope
Not anymore
Love is higher, farther
I pray for the future
Not just the now
I have needs
Too
Who can fulfill them?
Not-a-me, Not-a-yoo!

Im tired of being different
They tell you it's appreciated
Yeah right
But I won't be not me
I'm right
Writing poems slows down the pace of the thoughts
Traps them
Helps me remember
Who I am
I hate it
But the alternative is worse
Perhaps
Patience?
I'm tired.

I'm your other half
Your better half
How come you don't hear me
I take what you say to heart
It hurts, but I push through it
To find the truth
You must fear it
But why say you love me
When you don't stand for me
Abandonment is you
So why are you so high?
An addict, abuser, childish user
At least stop saying you're fairer
That lie hurts too
I name the lie
And all you have is a swat
You are violence
Where is your love?
I will cut you off if I have to
So that I may breathe with those who have affection
And you may asphyxiate
And hurt no more

All the best are carnivores, and when we're fed tofu and told to worship its empty calories as a blessing, it's not our responsibility when we lash out against the faux chikns who lied to us, starved us, and told us to love it or starve. We fight and claw for real Love, and if they withhold it, they've only themselves to blame for the burning, we are blameless and they are guilty, for they deny the heart, and we are the flame.

Those who fear real love hold back progress by denying it. God does not love stagnation but soul elevation, and if the only way they will open their hearts to deeper love is pain, his heavy hand will grant it, because we weren't born dogs but Human. We aren't here to be lazy, slovenly souls who only choose what's convenient in complacence, but to grow and gain a soul. God loves pioneers, the brave. He loathes cowards of the soul, who don't even try to feel others, who have no empathy, who only respect their own imaginations, but care not for any Truth, but only what feeds them more puppies and playthings with which to ******* over in boundless narcissistic eroticism - the common affliction of the neurotic modern pig in human skin.

So fret not over being a Terror of passion, for God Himself is so, and if it is lust turned toward a noble end, 'tis an image of divinity.

Why seek to rule over stars you can't grasp?
They know you well, but you can't see them.
Only your hubris would lead you to shun
That which you don't understand
While you cling to your delusions.
How is it you're so quick to challenge your superiors
But you can't see yourself?
Apparently you are beyond reprieve,
Perfect indeed,
Like every other psychopath
Who doesn't listen to critique.

Salom / Pax means the peace that comes with the presence of justice. The rule of law.

Peace without justice is merely indifference. It is no peace at all. As stated by Jeezus and Martin Luther King, "heroes" you worship because you enjoy the passive peace they gave you but which they hated.

Educate yourselves.

A bordello of blood and beasts
Takers, stinkers, roaches, pests
Selfish lustful rabid grotesques
******* of garbage, heartless toward guests
Waste of time to reach for them
All they desire is pornographic
Something to get off on
They don't desire to change
Wastes of breath

It's your problem when you disregard God's voice, not mine.

No matter how you "perceive" it, the reality of the state of those suffering whom you callously disregard, saying "all is well" in your unloving indifference, remains unchanged.

Ignorant because you ignore

No excuses at the last day

Intention clear, action follows

You caused every sorrow

Knowingly

We want to be the pretty gal,
Object of worship, outer glory.
What all does that get us, goo?
Used and using, sold wholly.
How do we reflect an inner soul
When fully occupied by facials?

It's too late now
You had your chance
You denied me thrice
Now watch your world collapse
My words are wasted on you
You are beyond help
Gutter of the universe
Be ******

It's not a wonder the night is more peaceful than the day.

All the loudsnout pigs have hit the hay, and the wolves may come out to paw and play, pale fur shining under the moonlight, without a sinning sunbeam's glare to darken his gay prouncing.

Existence. The experiment in extended soul **** to excrete entertainment from innocents for the de-light of the slovenly mob of slobs with sloppy spirits.

Excalibur only exists to enforce an existential quest for the pleazure of beasts to bequest a feast of pain on naives brave and fool enough to play the game in vain: the only one who wins is the baying crowd of naying ni-twits, never those with gifts.

God only made holes so something could rip them apart in the amusement park called jo-kingly "life", a place of strife and ugliness wrapped in rainbows to hide the knife at your throat.

Happy ending? No. Not for the au-dience, ** ** **. They willingly asked for what was gross and got the lonely axe reserved for ghosts: eternity in a barren boat in a moat, oh Sam I Am!

Be a stoic
When it's convenient for us
Be a hero
When it's convenient for us
Be a poet
When it's convenient for us
Die
When it's convenient for us
Oh, you're dead?
Next!

Past predicts the future
When people are stagnant.

Laziness is a choice.
Intellectual laziness.
Spiritual laziness.

Don't work.
Work on yourself.
Spread the truth,
Not your thighs.

Work is sloth.
Truth is Love.

She tests to see
If they care
If they don't
She moves deeper into her lair
The beast
The beauty
The old crone
Who is who
Hard to see
When he is alone
Should've been born
A girl
Had to change the pronoun
For the world to care

No dialogue
No insight
Hide every Real poem
Out of sight

"You come from a place of hurt," he said
In the movie.
"That's our fault. I'm sorry," he said
In the movie.
Only in movies
Do people have hearts.
No one has ever said they're sorry.
Not once.
Reality.
In reality
They blame you
Shame you
Silence you
They hate you
It's all your fault
They're perfect
Perfect love
Perfect love that doesn't care about your pain
The pain they cause
They never apologize
Only in movies
As fake as they are

Sweet sunbeams
Ignore the clouds
Sweet treats in my gullet
Ignore the homeless
Home sweet home
I share it with those who please me
Oink
Trite vanities I adore
Serious things I abhor
They don't affect me
Only I matter
Selfish
Oink

If they had love, they would embrace criticism
Else they are hate
And not only that, hypocrites
Indeed, evil
Change or face Justice
Love the truth
Or stop claiming to love

All they worship
Is ****** ******* on candies
Talk about something real
Rather than your endless narcissistic trivialities
Your shiny objects
Your **** of children, creating them for amusement, like they're pets
Like you own them
They're not yours!
The world needs fewer pets
The world needs fewer YOU

Quit drooling over vanities
Or die of thirst
Ye creators only of desert
Stare at the people around you, unloved
Not at the ceiling, and some ***** you lust after
That ain't beauty
It's filth

Corrupt my world further
And I will spare no mercy
**** on that lollipop
Princess Selfish

For them every good thing has a price
They do not value a beautiful soul
Only the messy words that can be squeezed from it
When they're not ****** the body, or starving it
Money money money
All they love
But I oughtn't call it love
For them love is a commodity
Its so obvious, but they're so evil they are oblivious
The truest haters I've ever seen or smelled
I won't feel bad to see them squashed
Maybe then, a droplet of love will be squeezed from them
Like the billion snails killed to make a liter of red dye
Let the skies be filled with fire
And the rivers with their blood
Then I might find one drop of blue
In this island of brown stains

Suckout farm of the dumb ***** ape
Every good intention they've thwarted
By choosing to be sloppy and unaware of their surroundings
Because truly they only care for themselves
If that
And when they pretend to have a soul
It's only to get something, some credit for "do-gooding"
But if they did good, the world would not be this cesspool
And they would not incessantly claim otherwise.
They would not say be grateful for the trash world we've created
They would say we'll help you clean it up.

Truly alone here.
Garbage only in the mirror:
If it's true they are a reflection of me.
Though it's not, not at all.
We are not one, not at all.
I am superb.
They are trash.
I was never like them,
Always better.
They lied to make me hurt
For they were jealous and less.
I am Grand, beyond them and above, far above.
Me.
I Rule.
I'm Awesome.
And Grand.
Sweet, loving, gentle, kind - everything they never were, but lied to be.
I'll go my own way.
Hallelujah.

Enveloped by dumb babies
Who cannot read a word
I'd rather be a-flyin'
Till then I'll just be dead.
(Bled 'n' bleedin', dyin', nothin' new, goo-goo.)
Prefer a cradle to a sty
But babies love to waddle
No wonder people play with knives
And babies love the bottle.
(I Love the Sky.)

The novelty of the young ewe
Blinded by its fleece
White is reflective of all colors
Absorbent of none
It stumbles about bleating
Intent on its own way
Falling in the crevice
Thinking it's reached day
But when the sun dips past the outcrop
And daddy sheep is gone
The little ewe will mewl again
And Pappy wolf will come
He knows the ropes
And he's no vegetarian
He ate knowledge
So he could come again
And he remembers
How the sheep forgot him
In their disorderly straying
Old and young alike, claiming the right to rule the kingdom that is his
And so with teeth he teaches them a lesson
A few bright ones he shares his land with
The rest are supper
Now that's Nature

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 im the only one she's inviting in
The only one who's real

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 joy
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 that 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 wine)
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 can send more off a cliff of empty bliss without question,
While they get off on it in vile hubris, a craven's lust for power and control over other souls.
(Learn the Lesson)
So take your hats off,
Show your skin,
Be more honest,
And Let Me In.

Why would you expect us to write you pretty poetry
When you reject our every tear?
You tell us "Shut up and bleed" when we're in pain,
"Come back to us when we can use you again",
"We feel good and gloating about all the great we've done",
While the other half rots alone.
You want more words, if you can benefit.
If not, you'll say your hate for us is love
And we should cheer up, shut up
And be happy, for You.
After all, you're so loving -
Why wouldn't we be?