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Auroleus Oct 2012
I use the word sin
In metaphor;
For I don't believe
Anymore
That there's a
Heaven or a Hell
Or a creator.

I say, "Thank God"
Facetiously;
For an open mind
Unleashes me
From placing my
Gratitude
With a magic dude.

I say, "*******"
Because people get offended,
Even though blasphemy
Is not what I intended.
The aesthetic appeal
Is just so splendid;
Two words juxtaposed,
So tenderly blended.
Auroleus Sep 2012
Lethargic mornings are healthy for no one,
Except maybe a sloth.
My alarm clock sounds off a generic melody
I could have composed in my sleep,
But I'm sure some corporate tiger got paid
At least five hookers and an eight ball
To lay down that track.
*******....  That's what I need right now.
Coffee is nice, and it's even nicer
With *******.
Auroleus Sep 2012
Does he provide the rope when you feel like hanging around?
Does he provide the gun when you possess the urge to bring things to the ground?
Does he provide the overwhelming sense of greed when you're feeling particularly opportunistic?
When arguments get heated does he make you feel sadistic?

I don't think he does,
But I think he would if he could.
Furthermore, I think that if he were me
And I were him,
We'd make the lights go dim
And hum hymns in rooms
A-dangle with severed limbs.
We'd open the window
And turn on a fan
So that they'd all dance
Happenstance.

I think to myself,
What Would Satan Do?
When I'm asked ever so kindly
To hold open a door or
Fetch a pale of water for
Grandma.
Would he slam the door shut on her face
Or would he hold it open only to close it behind us
So that no one in the other room can watch
What we're about to do to her.  
A curious creature, this Satan fellow.
I wonder if he's available for
Birthday parties...
Auroleus Sep 2012
Eliminate the grass roots-
Organize a hoard of guys
Abhorrent lies and black boots
Coordinate the insubordinate
Get on the floor and sit until
I ******' tell you to move

We're just walkin' on the borders of our own chalk outlines
Fear adhered to talkin' televisions are your confines

It doesn't even matter if we lie or if we tell the truth,
Remember Harvey Oswald and that cat John Wilkes Booth?
We maintain the power over every single hour of your life,
So smell the flowers while you can and try to find yourself a pretty wife.

We're just walkin' on the borders of our own chalk outlines
Fear adhered to talkin' televisions are your confines

Don't forget your Bible boy
Don't you print that libel boy
We'll sue your ****** *** until
You're livin' like a tribal boy
Incomplete as hell... Garbage as it stands... Just wanted to throw that out there.
Auroleus Sep 2012
Presently living in a
Past that never was;
Dwelling on the
Wouldas Couldas and
Probably shouldn'ta beens;
Reliving old sins and
Reinventing new ones while
Repeating the same old formula
Over and over again.
The cellar dweller feeds on
Fantasies and nostalgia;
Only accepting food that tastes
Relatively similar to something he
Enjoyed when he was happy
Once upon a time.
A slave to the good old days...
And so long as he eats,
Any resemblance of future happiness
Remains locked away
Deep in the cellar-
Guarded fervently-
By the dweller.
Auroleus Sep 2012
I defecate in forms of riches
In the pockets of you *******;
Strangle egos with my hold,
Suffocate the young and old;
Thanks to man I'll never perish,
As long as something's there to cherish;
I have everything you need--
I'll swallow you, for I am greed.
Auroleus Sep 2012
I once bought a homeless man a big juicy steak and he said to me,
"But I haven't the means to cook this."  
And I replied, "Not my problem."
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