If you think about it, it's sad,
how at the end of this charade,
we're buried in the ground,
and left there to decay.

We work so hard throughout our lives,
work to the bone,
just to be judged,
by a man on a throne.

But life's had me questioning recently,
what's real and what's a hoax.
Is the great beyond really real,
or a story handed down by old folk?

Because I sure hope that soldier,
that I saw buried today,
will go up to that great beyond,
and not lie there and decay.

I mean, after all,
he deserves it more than me.
He worked so hard, worked to the bone,
to support a family.

So God bless you, my grandfather,
for you, God waits.
Just promise you'll be the first to greet me,
at the pearly gates.

Sitting by the river bank,
slipping in and out of consciousness,
realizing my life's a complete mess.
What's the point of living it?

Sitting by the river bank,
stripping myself of my clothes,
destroying my I.D. so no one knows,
who I am.

Sitting on the river bank,
head submerged underwater,
committing the act of manslaughter,
on myself.

Floating by the river bank,
all is calm and serene,
not a living soul is to be seen,
and I am happy, free.

Today I felt the pain,
I haven't felt in years.
And it was here to stay,
and it brought on the tears.

How could I not have seen,
the coming of the fall.
How could I not have seen,
that you would end it all.

What have I done wrong,
my dearest friend?
Can I save our love,
or is this the end?

Was my love not enough,
to keep you in my arms?
I know I ******* stuff up,
but I meant you no harm.

Please give me the chance,
I'll be all that I can.
I'll make my final stance,
and prove that I'm your man.

What have I done wrong,
my dearest friend?
Can I save our love,
or is this the end?

The warmth from her body,
radiates onto mine,
giving me a cool sweat.
I sweat mostly,
because I am nervous.
I am usually never nervous when we are together,
but that is probably because I have never been this close to her.
The closest I have been was when I walked by her at the Jumpin' Joe's coffee shop on the corner of Caesar Street and Melanie Lane.
That was a great day.
I had never felt so close to her,
but now, I was even closer.
I begin to slowly grin,
showing off my pearly whites.
The love of my life,
standing right in front of me.
My one and only,
true love.
She busts out a few dance moves.
They startle me,
so I step back.
She is so **** ****.
I move back in.
I try not to get too close,
I don't want to startle her.
I feel overjoyed to be here with her tonight.
Like a child when he sees the ice cream truck.
That is just how happy I am.
I move in even closer.
I am breathing down her neck.
Now if only she would turn around and dance with me instead of her husband...

My wife always nags me.
This seems to be a problem with most women I marry.
Or most women in general.
They all nag me.
I'm laid back.
Or as my past wives say,
"lazy".
Sure, you could say that,
but I prefer the term,
laid back.
Anyway,
so my wife is always nagging me.
"Do the dishes" she says.
"Do the laundry" she says.
"Vacuum the house" she says.
Eventually, I would do it.
But the nagging got worse.
"Fix the squeaky front door" she says.
"Clean out the gutters" she says.
"Sort the trash from the recyclables" she says.
Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore.
I had enough.
So I took my wife,
and threw her in a vat of acid.
I watched as her skin slowly melted off her body,
like ice cream melting on an ice cream cone,
minus the stickiness.
I watched her hair dry up,
and disintegrate into nothing.
Her fingernails slowly fell off,
and her eyes began to slip out of her head,
as she let out a final scream.
She looked just as beautiful as she did the first day I met her.
My eyes feasted on the greatness before them,
although it does get kind of boring after the fourth time.
Nonetheless, I still enjoyed it.
There's nothing like throwing your half asleep wife in a vat of acid on a cold Sunday morning.

All alone,
night sky lights a path of hope.
No home,
only the streets to roam.

Lost in fear,
the sound of war is all you can hear.
Gun in hand,
another night in Iran.

Trembling,
the cool night air begins to sting.
And the ring of gunshots in your ear,
leaves you paranoid.

Each breath,
could be your last.
So you make them fast.

No man has ever faced Death,
and come out alive.
So why do you?
You know you’re going to die.
So why?

Are you brave?
Or just foolish.
Do you remember,
what the rule is?

No one can cheat Death.

And so you become Death.

And what of your family?
Are they proud?
Daddy killing bad guys,
put them all in the ground.

Didn't even know them,
but he wasted his own life,
to **** every last one of them,
becoming Death and his scythe.

But one day,
someone came for you.
They took your life,
and the title of Death too.

Like a dog about to be put down,
you whimper and you scream.
It was over from the beginning,
your future was foreseen.

No man has faced Death,
and come out alive.
So why do you?
You know you're going to die.
So why?

Are you brave?
Or just foolish.
Do you remember,
what the rule is?

No one can cheat Death.

Not even Death himself.

This is the fall of,
all of,
our nation,
a hypocrisy,
in the making,
creating,
an empire,
built on lies.

Everyone can see,
what I see,
your lying,
to your country,
and you're no leader,
you're a coward,
this is,
your final hour.

You've made an abomination,
of our once all powerful nation.
We built it up from the ground,
just for you to tear it down.

Fighting overseas for oil,
fighting on enemy soil.
Fighting for what you call "peace",
this isn't peace, and it must cease.

We must,
all must speak,
challenge,
the power.
Fight,
for the rights,
and stop,
all this evil.

In the Tree of Hypocrisy,
the roots,
of damnation,
pass on,
through us.
As hypnotized,
children say,
"In God We Trust."