I wonder what is the purpose when the same results always resurface.
I am still here, under all of this refurbish.
Who am I really kidding?
A question I ask myself as I sit through this friendly sunday service.
I will not make a pledge and I will not take a vow, to this war machine that our masses allow.
I transpire visions of a free coexistant world.
The freedom to be or the choice to not become.
My freedom to dream was merely a dream.
There isnt a freedom of choice and there isnt a life outside of the machine, but our own will exists to let live or to let die.
I was born of free will and my death shall rest on my own hands.

Built to destroy.
A master switch, ready to deploy.
To seek a fatal destruction.
Laying there lifeless, without any ****** function.
Where time meets fate at it's very last junction.
Those final words I said, still haven't begun to sunk in.
Steadily jacking and still funk junking.
I am living in this nightmare I'm still stuck in.
Please dont try to wake me.
All my friends like the fake me.
Some days I pray to God and ask why he doesn't take me, but that would only hurt my pride with no work spent, I am just lazy.
My head kept up.
I don't let all these critics phase me.
I just trade in their assets and let my homies blaze me.
Some people say I'm just straight crazy but I tell them, i just like to get down like the young Patrick swayze.

The children smile and the children giggle.
A true happiness that is made out of nature.
The love for thee, so strong to see.
Written in the eyes of the beloved.  
The lonely seed, full of lovely greed.
Had filled his heart with a dying heed.

Casted shadows upon the faces in the room.
Dim Lights flickering from the smoldering logs.
Smoke lurching from the broken panes of glass.
A thin blanket of smoke hangs in the still air.
Gathered thoughts spitting out like a newspaper press, weird and deranged ideas lighting up like a pinball machine.
A humorous smirk while the tension runs high.
A  conscious realm of telepathic visions.
Slicing through this blanket of smoke with an invisible knife.
Can you hear the cat meowing in the distance?  
It's left unseen in the wicked darkness.
The creatures of the night disappear at the rise of dawn, only to hide until The next blood moon spills again.

His name is mephistopheles.
A demon arch-devil spawning atrocities.
The 8th layered god , who controls all dark monopolies.
A Repo demon for waged souls.
Reaping out of what other people sow.
He never leans left, or chooses the right.
He Just Works for the devil, reaping its evil out of the night.

This life I live is on a timer, I ain't running a "five and dimer".
I can't afford to pay the cost of waste, when "it's time to go".
I am pegged "full throttle" because I can't live this slow.
The wisdom is to "know", that someday I will have to go.
My experience is to learn, from whats written of a spent mans words.

I run amok.
I am only happy when I am stuck.
Addicted to the struggle, just to fight the fight.
I turn out the lights just to feel the fright.
I chase these storms so I can look them in the eye, and curse the words " ******* ", right before I die.

I run, they chase.
Genetically modifying the master race. We are trapped, for it will always know your face.
Anytime and any place.
****** recognition in your private space. Never overlook a clue and never leave a  trace.
For they will charge you with a premeditated sentence.
Can we comprehend this as our fate, while others are being hurdled through these prison gates.
Everyone can run but we'll never be hidden.
This kind of knowledge is completely forbidden.
We are the enemy as ponds set in place. So I run, yet they chase.

In this darkened hour, a chill will **** a flower.
The clock stands still in freight, when  your standing in the darkest night.
Patiently waiting to make his move, the poisonous snake takes his bite.
Hungary shadows begin to lurk amongst its prey,
Until the fear has driven you to fray.

O.K corrals and swaying lunch tray doors.
Bucking shoots made with thick concrete floors.
Overrun cow pens like stacked cubical dens.
Government controlled farms filled with pen pal friends.

The wind blows and the leaves swish.
A shooting star, make a wish.
A fragrance fumes off of a blossomed flower.
Beauty exists in the darkest hours.
The chilli nights grow longer and the leaves begin to die.
Spring chickens are now ready to fly.
Winter is closing near.
I hear a homecoming cheer.
Light the wood stove and snuggle around.
Tell a bedtime story till the children are not a sound.

Who am I ?
Why do i try?
Some day's I feel hopeless, like I just wanna die.
This isn't my ending so I continue to keep on pretending until I can find my true self.
I am stuck in their shoes till I dig down deep for these clues.
I am Buried with pain, my mind is in a constant strain, but knowing myself is worth all of the gain.
I feel my destiny that requires the absolute best of me, but when will I truly know?
My time is ticking and I'm losing my glow.
I'm tired and the distress is starting to show.
Please give me some guidance and lead me to my fate.
Steady my mind and strengthen my state, because my heart rules every decision that I choose to make.
The holy grail contains his holy blood, that has bled for all of thee.
His blood is our blood that flows through both of you and me.

We thrive on hopes and dreams to fill our thirsty addiction.
I dream of fairytales and romance novel fiction.
Yet today is today while tomorrow is forever.
It's impossible to be impossible so never say never.
What I dream of tonight can be as real as tomorrow.
As long as I don't soak in my own pathetic sorrow.  
Temporary is the beginning of forever, and forever is the end of the start.
Lies will lead us to truth while the truth becomes just another statistic on a chart .  
Hope to live, and Live the dream I hope.

Feared by most and hated by jealous men.
He walks this world alone, casting a shadows sin.
His scars and weathered skin, explain the life he's lived and where he's been.
The miles on his cowboy boots and the frayed holes in his clothes.
Give away all his fears and everything he loathes.
Underneath all the patches and his faded indian ink, still stands an innocent boy not knowing what to think.

How can i teach a crowd who listens but doesn't hear my words.
My words ride first class on these third party birds.
What I know can make a difference.
Do you want it to rain or do you prefer the winters snow.
Is knowledge a gift or do you not care to know.
Hand me your ticket, and enjoy the ride.
Written by the truth of all his divinity.
I fight for your freedom and our countries liberty.
Feel the meaning of these words I use to express.
There are no longer any reasons to worry or stress.
Just hold on tight and do your very best.
The world will carry you along if you never doubt that she is wrong.
Ride the ride we are on.
Don't fight this holy fate.
Trust in the world and it won't be late.
The only obstacle is the act that you hesitate.
The answers are within the flame that burns behind your eyes.
The rest of the the world is full of deceitful lies.
Lose your federal funded ego. Disregard all laws, legal and illegal.  
Everything you need rests inside of you.
The worlds fate depends on what you choose to do.

Lost in despair.
Neither do i care.
The last days are here.
I have nothing more to fear.

I am the definition of a sinner.
This is the life Where no one is crowned a winner.
I'm buried alive, too tired from the struggle that I survive.
I get pulled over no matter how fast or slow I drive.  
They get paid to take me out of this world either I'm convicted, dead or exiled for life.
But I stay true to wherever I ride.
Because I got certain standards I  have to abide.
I'm not slippery but I slip out the back just so I can run to go hide.
I'm not a sellout, so I won't surrender my pride.
I'm just a product of uncle sams factory distribution line.
I live in this box that reads "pure evil, nothing good of his kind".
They put me on your local news and they keep pressing rewind.
So society has a basis to punish me so their ego is fine.
Every night that you eat with your family, in prison is where I dine.
I suffer from nightmares of living the american dream.
Then I wake up and look down at my hand holding this knife.
I only wanted to live happy and construct a real meaningful life.  
My heart bleeds for my beautiful children.
I'm badly wounded inside by searching for this nonexistent philosophical wife.
Some might say it was caused by pure negligency, but I fought for this freedom, revealing my true legacy.

Weak literacy written on cheap paper.
Blotted in Diluted ink that you bought from the family tree.
Smothered with ego, concentrated on "me".
A typo is all your ever gonna be.  
You must think your a real Edgar Allan poe.
Mimicking an illusion to live the excrusion.  
Your words became a pollution soaked in toxicity.
A mutation made ***** who changed its name to felicity.
So what ?
I ****** up this poems recipe..

Passionately irrational, where bad manners is fashionable.
Follow the trend as we tend to pretend like broadway plays.
Written by the devil starring God's only son.
Trust in what we see like the blank that killed brandon lee.
Who do we wanna be living in the Land of the free.
Subliminal messages and hidden fees.
Quietly bringing liberty to her knees with a needle in her arm. Even the cows and chickens have turned into junkies.
Administering injections on the farm.
Wake and bake, turn real into fake.
How much more are you willing to take ?

Clouded skies like saddened eyes. These tears are heavily pouring down like the rain drops falling on my Windshield.
A blurry world behind the glass I witness.
No one is left to wipe away these tears.
I am too far gone with no more forgiveness.
All the right ingredients to reach an evil havoc.
These Wicked winds howl through this brain.
A screaming whistle from a passer by freight train.
The beginning of loud sirens in the midst of a shortening distance.
I wonder if somebody is dying or could it be just another police resistence.
The darkness is now setting in.
A dying light creates an empty space.
Vulnerable hearts go missing with out a trace.
Oh how I miss her beautiful face. The salt from these tears is all I can taste.
All i can say is what a beautiful waste.

If I could travel through time.
I would make you mine.
A second chance,  we would of had that dance.
After all this time, my emotions start to show.  
I can't stop thinking of that day I had to go.
I wonder if fate is real or do we reap what we sow ?
If fate was real, i wouldnt be writing this now.
As time passes by not hearng your voice.  
My heart sinks knowing I made this choice.
Take me back in time to when I passed you by on those stairs.
We looked at each other and made our stares.
If I could go back in time, I would of never let u go.
I didn't know till it was gone.  
I can see now that your love was strong.  
I'm so sorry I did this all wrong.
I want back what I have lost.
I would pay an endless cost, if i could just travel through time.
Just to get back what I feel is truly mine.

Where do I start ?
How come my Life has completely fallen apart ?
Which emoji face should i pick from the chart ?
I feel mad, sad, and overwhelmed. Constantly switching faces ever since the start.
Who have I become?
Why do i feel so dumb?
I hear his shaking voice in my head, "I feel so comfortably numb".
Signs and symptoms of the mentally ill.
All this weight has pushed me to ****.
All for the thrill.
Clean up on isle six, we got a spill.
Melon chunks all over the floor.
I tried to knock but you wouldn't answer the door.
Now look at all the Caution tape wrapped around this store.
Money is the root of all evil and you are its *****.
Cleaning up brains is now an everyday chore.
Too many victims to keep track of the score.
Why am I writing this?
I've read this once before.
Deja vu smoking with pepe le pew. Please take me back to the good ol days that I once knew.
Happy days that feel so true. Memories lost out of the blue. Leaving its waste in a trail of lies.

Tear drops and cigarette ashes falling  from the sky.
My heart keeps reciting her last words when she said goodbye.
I loved you so much I let my own heart bleed out.
You brought me hope.
A substitute to replace this dope.
I am reaching for your hand like they say reach for the stars.
Will you help me escape this death or free me from these prison bars.
My strength is faint.
A million words used to paint this picture of my heart.
There is alot of dark Colors but its a beautiful art.
I know you'll like it too because We are connected at the heart.
We are forever together, and never apart.

The law feinds for meat like blood thirsty animals.
Shaking down the streets to find their fix.
Their game is to hunt and their name is predator.
Theyll clean your pockets like an empty cash register.
Three hots and a cott pays off the boys in blue.
Until its time for another victim.
It never ends and its truth is never known.
They hide behind a gold badge and a royal throne.
We are tricked into a forceful thought that we need laws and protection.
Their good will service is always given even if it means to ****.
They shout, "We are protectors of the bill".

Blurred visons smeared across the mdnight sky.
Dark shadows casted and witches on the fly.
Sickos and psychos move quietly through the unseen.
Screams echo beyond the twisted swamp grass.
Blades of gory terror, stained blood on the broken glass.
Tar papered shacks with wood stove chimney stacks.
My hometown roots lye down deep within the swampy hollows.
Where preachers preach but nobody follows.
This is the place where bodies stay cold.
Watch where you walk and do what your told.

The punctured holes from serpent bites sting like I'm dying.
Toxic street venom flowing through my veins that I'm buying.
I need an antidote to reverse this curse.
My head is poisoned and feels like its ready to burst.
I see Visions of a man nailed onto a cross.
Weeping for his people while his own blood is a loss.
Wrapped in barbed wire, and wearing no clothes.
Stripped naked and displayed for the pagan shows.
All for the love of the becoming.
He whispers hymns and the music he's humming.
He screams, "Fear no pain and fear no evil".
Now the cross sits on top of the steeple.
For he will return to save all of his people.

Heaven is just a hell away.
The calm get aggressive.
The righteous think wrong.
The happy look sad.
The bad feel good.
The glad act mad.
The liars never lie.
The fake imitate the real.
The drugs make the deal.
The pigs teach rats to squeal.
The devil was an angel.
the angels played with fire.
The God forgot to forgive.
Jesus committed suicide and heaven is just a hell away.

Suicide to my soul.
killing an immortal is my goal.
Push against the grain, you will feel the pain.
Revenge is for the gods, magically turning evens into odds.
I am seated and centered in front of my judges.
Anxiously waiting to ease their burning grudges.
I am charged with possession of a demon.
The punishment is life in hell without forgiveness.
I am not a sacrificial lamb, but these hypocrits do not give a ****.
The verdict reads guilty by the people that made me.
This jury overruled by selfish injustice leads me down the hallway to meet my fate.
I am Condemned for eternity.
Suicide to my soul.
Killing an immortal is my goal.