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Ira Jun 8
The sky is ablaze with ash,
For I am having a clash.
My father is working in hell,
Not concerned with Earth's well.

And as I rise out of death to fix His mess,
Many humans will rise to atest.
I mean all well and wish to simply clean,
But there is far to much for me not be mean.

God cares little for what I do,
For humans all burn with a deadly hue.
And as I clean out the gutter,
All will cry in a hellish mutter.

Bodies will line the street as I see fit,
And Lucifer's work will get fuller by a bit.
Yet ash is simply an inconvience to Him,
But it loves to ask for God's penance.

Now I clean out ash,
As sin makes any human black.
Doo Doo do da do Doo BING - Mario Theme
Ira May 13
Why do you speak to me,
It makes no **** sense.
I tell you to leave me,
so I can make amendeds.

No one can save me from this impend-able hell.
And I will rot until I’m just a shell.

I could forgive myself what I have done,
But what is so wrong for going back to where you are from.

Yet for all of my questions,
I only have one.
Why do you care for me?

Could you be an angel that came to my aid,
Or are you just another mistake to be made?
I won’t ask and I’m afraid of what I might find,
So I’ll just hide in this box for the time.

Are you still there,
And if so please leave.
I must burn for what I have deceived,
Don't make me scare you away from me.

I could just stay here,
But fine,
I have break.
Maybe you just aren't another mistake,
Maybe you just aren't my own distaste,
For I guess I love you.

You tried to help me unlike all the rest,
And you showed me compassion like I'm the best.
Yet I won't ever escape this hell,
But you can help it be a little more well.

I'm sorry for how I act,
Yet I guess I'm a fool.
For what are we,
But two loves aloof.
Ira Apr 29
"Demons sing,
Throughout the horrid night,
Hoping to cause,
A little fright…"

I don't know why,
But the terrors so good.
We stay here and lie,
Maybe more then we should…

Sirens at night,
Waiting just like we would,
Temptation and ire,
That burns you like firewood.

Maybe we're monsters,
Maybe we're good,
Maybe we're humans,
Just under a hood.

Yet at the end of the day,
We simply saaayyyy,

"There ain't much about us,
That you should know.
We simply stay here,
Waiting to go.
All that we do,
Is **** fools like you.
For our songs are temptation,
And you humans love damnation!
And just like a lamb,
To the pitiful slaughter,
Your blood will run,
Like red water!"
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are stupid
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
  Mar 24 Ira
Zack Ripley
Words can hurt. Words can heal. Words in a book can make you believe anything is real. Words can bring people together or tear them apart. It all depends on the kind of conversation you want to start.
  Mar 24 Ira
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Ira Mar 22
Splitting in two,
Without any desire,
I was half of you,
Now I am feeling drier.

It was going so well,
I felt like a mire,
Yet now I'm a king,
Without his tower

I'm now only half of what I was,
Because with you I was whole,

I feel so empty,
So worthless in debt.
I feel so angry,

No, I refuse,
I push away your request,
For you are you,
And you are the best.

I want you,
I need you,
I can’t let you rest.

I’ll have you,

Run, run, run if you can,
Even if you leave me,
I will still have your hand.

Try, try, try and avoid,
Try to devoid,
Try to destroy.

We were splitting in two,
Without my desire,
Without my desire.

It is going so well,
So why ever stop?
I'll have you one day,
Even if it ends with a hop!

This is a story where someone will win,
And I refuse to be left in the din!
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