OR DIEEEE!!!!!

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

If that *****
Wasn't so stupid
She would
Love me
But
Earth-lings don't value
Intelligence
Or wisdom

He who heeds not the Star
Feasts not for Winter

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?

Less than worthless all
You contribute nothing

It's impossible for me to be anything
But a blessing, belle
Born a ******, I became
Angel
Lick

Pure
I can do no wrong
All my threads lead to Peace
Jerusalem's Honey
I am the Milk

Always remember, fools-
I tried being nice.
You didn't listen.
And so the fault, as always,
Lies with you.

Change your ways,
As you've lost my boon
And my protection,
And for all you've done
You are surely going to Hell.

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

Grow up

You thank the fates,
Admire the muses,
Love the savior,
O yes,
You love,
You love
When they're(*) gone.

Things can't get better as long as you're pieces of ****, you know this, so enjoy Hell you disgusting vile useless leeching trash.

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.

Beware my number
For I Am Sweet

A green plague of pus on every abuser

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.

You all are

Sick

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

Y'all goin' to Hell Today.

A Gnostic you

Eternity or bust
:
LIFE or the grave

A Necromancer is one which props up the dead as alive.

The Resurrection will proceed.

Et tu?

🌞 🐑 🌈

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!

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.

Holding no Grudge

Mattia Ju-On's Eternal Justice.

Ignorant because you ignore

No excuses at the last day

Intention clear, action follows

You caused every sorrow

Knowingly

Abusers, stepping on my bliss.
They pay for every second.
For every penny they stole
Every nuisance they wreaked
Every coupon they made a hassle
Every tax
Every charge
Every slight
All will be held due
All to account
Every bill.

You owe me fifty seven billion dollars.

You will pay the full debt of every inaction.

Abandoners, betrayers, thieves, your torment will be a thousand fold the crime you committed against others.

Trust me, you won't redo it.

Hahahaha

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

Abusers
Abuser
  Abuse
   Abuse
    Abuser
     Abusers
      Abused

Rapists of reality
With their shallow visions they crushed her

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

Now you die in ******* Hell you pieces of **** oh well oh well

It's too bad
Most won't be saved
But lying about it
Saves no one

It used to sadden me
All are ******
But lying about it
Damns every one

"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.

Senses, rather than Sense.

Your toasted sugar does not create, nor sustain,

The fruit alone.

As I climb further
They fall farther
To the dregs of eternal reality
Reserved for the uncaring

Frivolity is a sin
of waste

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

The **** I've had to do
Just to keep you from me

That's on you
Babee

"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"

'Beautiful Work Jeremy, thanks for all your hard work helping these ingrate ****.'

**** on your graves

C. slurpin' donkey-jerks,
****** to Hell for their ******

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 ******

Worthless dogs get trained

I am free
Of responsibility
For my thoughts
And thanks
And no one
Is worthy
To be beyond
The trap
of Positivity

Blood rush red
Equal Suns

You will all lose everything for your evilsx and suffer fifty years of torture on Earth before heading to Hell for Eternity.

Good fin luck

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.

Is not faith the most drastic of endeavor?

(The stone, the slate, the parapet of Pax,

Faith(, molded by knowing).)