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

The novelty of the young ewe
Blinded by its fleece
White is reflective of all colors
Absorbent of none
It stumbles about bleating
Intent on its own way
Falling in the crevice
Thinking it's reached day
But when the sun dips past the outcrop
And daddy sheep is gone
The little ewe will mewl again
And Pappy wolf will come
He knows the ropes
And he's no vegetarian
He ate knowledge
So he could come again
And he remembers
How the sheep forgot him
In their disorderly straying
Old and young alike, claiming the right to rule the kingdom that is his
And so with teeth he teaches them a lesson
A few bright ones he shares his land with
The rest are supper
Now that's Nature

Enveloped by dumb babies
Who cannot read a word
I'd rather be a-flyin'
Till then I'll just be dead.
(Bled 'n' bleedin', dyin', nothin' new, goo-goo.)
Prefer a cradle to a sty
But babies love to waddle
No wonder people play with knives
And babies love the bottle.
(I Love the Sky.)

Truly alone here.
Garbage only in the mirror:
If it's true they are a reflection of me.
Though it's not, not at all.
We are not one, not at all.
I am superb.
They are trash.
I was never like them,
Always better.
They lied to make me hurt
For they were jealous and less.
I am Grand, beyond them and above, far above.
Me.
I Rule.
I'm Awesome.
And Grand.
Sweet, loving, gentle, kind - everything they never were, but lied to be.
I'll go my own way.
Hallelujah.

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.

For them every good thing has a price
They do not value a beautiful soul
Only the messy words that can be squeezed from it
When they're not ****** the body, or starving it
Money money money
All they love
But I oughtn't call it love
For them love is a commodity
Its so obvious, but they're so evil they are oblivious
The truest haters I've ever seen or smelled
I won't feel bad to see them squashed
Maybe then, a droplet of love will be squeezed from them
Like the billion snails killed to make a liter of red dye
Let the skies be filled with fire
And the rivers with their blood
Then I might find one drop of blue
In this island of brown stains

All they worship
Is ****** ******* on candies
Talk about something real
Rather than your endless narcissistic trivialities
Your shiny objects
Your **** of children, creating them for amusement, like they're pets
Like you own them
They're not yours!
The world needs fewer pets
The world needs fewer YOU

Quit drooling over vanities
Or die of thirst
Ye creators only of desert
Stare at the people around you, unloved
Not at the ceiling, and some ***** you lust after
That ain't beauty
It's filth

Corrupt my world further
And I will spare no mercy
**** on that lollipop
Princess Selfish

If they had love, they would embrace criticism
Else they are hate
And not only that, hypocrites
Indeed, evil
Change or face Justice
Love the truth
Or stop claiming to love

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

"You come from a place of hurt," he said
In the movie.
"That's our fault. I'm sorry," he said
In the movie.
Only in movies
Do people have hearts.
No one has ever said they're sorry.
Not once.
Reality.
In reality
They blame you
Shame you
Silence you
They hate you
It's all your fault
They're perfect
Perfect love
Perfect love that doesn't care about your pain
The pain they cause
They never apologize
Only in movies
As fake as they are

No dialogue
No insight
Hide every Real poem
Out of sight

She tests to see
If they care
If they don't
She moves deeper into her lair
The beast
The beauty
The old crone
Who is who
Hard to see
When he is alone
Should've been born
A girl
Had to change the pronoun
For the world to care

Past predicts the future
When people are stagnant.

Laziness is a choice.
Intellectual laziness.
Spiritual laziness.

Don't work.
Work on yourself.
Spread the truth,
Not your thighs.

Work is sloth.
Truth is Love.