I'm sorry I'm not a degenerate like you
But that's not my fault
But in your own warped minds
Filth

F Minus

Feelin nicotine sick
Tho nev **** on a stick
Dealin wit dopamine *****
They don't need a fix

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.

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.

'Cause you're demons POS's. But DONT WORRY, YOU WILL ONE DAY.

Since youre all demons who gang up to abuse saints, you will be going to Hell. It's your choice. I hope someday I'll see you in Heaven, but I won't be having conversations with you demons anymore, since you have no decency, no respect, and are a waste of time. Once you experience eternal racking of your soul in Hell like I did, maybe you'll have a chance. Good luck.
I won't be talking to ungodly **** anymore. Only those who are Heavenly like me, who bothered to get there. So when you get to Heaven, I'll talk to you then. Till then, Adieu
I showed kindness, but I'm not going to continue to foster your demonistic unrepentance.

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

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?

You discriminated against me my whole life.
Good luck being discriminated against in Hell forever.

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

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.

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

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.

Die in agony in hell as you deserve.

Get your noses out of that stank hole you half-man beasts.

Most of you walk around with **** and **** on your breath; Disgusting punk cuck skanks clean up, lazy vermin.

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.

Slowly poisoned
By carpet fibers
Cross's sacrifice
The guilty pay
Not one helped
All are Cain
Murdered Abel
So unclean
Hell forever
Never forgiven
No excuses
Enjoy Justice
Dust to dust
All is repaid
Evil swine
Abused the innocent
By my suffering
Christ instantiated the Law
Fulfilling All
You chose evil
You were warned
Time and again
Begged for help
You didn't care
Hypocrites and false godly
Unkind phonies
Perdition your sentence
For eternal crimes

Vroom vroom

https://youtu.be/r8bkot-VVOM

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

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.

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.

I'm the yummy prophet hey
You shouldn't have killed me.

The man of unclean lips
Nevertheless
Will tear
Down the House of Baal.

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

I roll joints with raw tobacco leaf
Smooth like Sonny and Cher
I'd tell you where to get some
But then you'd pull my hair

They are legion

Your every breath
Moist exhaust
Cold,
Hot,
Close your lips
Shut your lies

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

A dream
You don't deserve
For dreams are your lies
And lies are your dream.

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.

Y'all are not Man, but men, or, rather, horses - beasts walking on all fours, snorting.

:)

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.

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.)

Enjoy Hell
I guess
You worked
Really hard
To get there,
There where
The potlucks
Serve you
On the menu
With au jus,
Fresh shredded
Pork ****
Every day
Consumed wholly
One bite
At a time
For eternity.
"Good luck"
You said-

You **** all your warriors heroes
Die in fire.

Earth, you have breached the contract of life, valuing ****** while murdering the innocent and just. You are sent to Hell and destruction immediately. Every continued negligent nuisance of abuse against the saints will be answered individually with an additional thousand years alone isolated in eternal Hell.

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

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

O the *****-coated skin
Of the stain-snouted ******
Such Classy vermin
Rats & dogs
Die

How ugly,
How disgusting,
Filth,
Ugly vampires that only steal
And get covered in nasty fluids
Useless prostitutes
Walking around with ***-breath
Acting like the innocent queens
Rot in Hell
You filthy abusive ******* nasty *** skanks.

The Pissants at Facebook think they can censor people and steal their voice. That's an eternal law violation of Rights, and their ugly swine children will die in gutters full of pus for the crime.

You don't get to tell others what to do and choose who has a voice, while proclaiming tolerance and diversity, lying hypocrite pigs. I will watch you die in fire, torn to shreds, and no one will save you.

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.

They all took
The cowardly way
Validating their neuroses
Instead of standing tall

Good luck in Hell, oppressive betrayer 'bros', murderers of messiah.

Rachel nature is a *****. Keep Christ off your tongue, fat sows.

You will work now, lazy liars.

Abusers of the spirit, nothing will stop your punishment.

Suffer in gags, like you spit on saints, SO YOU WILL KNOW.

Trash, trash, across the land
Be ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ******

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!

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

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

When your myopic lowness makes angels appear dim
Don't call yourselves Seraphim

The false spiritualists
Said enjoy & revel
Serving only the rich
To abuse the poor.

They rot in HELL forever.

Jesus Christ's ode to the false prophet of the false church:

~No, El, not you, Robber Mammon Kneelson~

Russel M Nelson, the demons did sing,
Spread our seed wide, and be as our new King.