If you take my gun
You may as well take my rights
I have the right to bear arms
To protect my fortress
To defend my family
I will use everything
Machine guns
Shotguns
High-power rifles
Anything
So I can feel secure
Around bullets of death

3 people lie motionless
Blood seeping from shell wounds
In the middle of a crowded mall
12 people lay lifeless
Two years since their last death
In the middle of a movie theater
28 innocent souls lay empty
Most of whom couldn't understand
In the middle of a elementary school

What other people do with their weapons
Doesn't concern me
I will protect myself with my shotgun
My machine gun
My high-powered rifle
Maybe I'll teach my child how to shoot
So one day he can protect his family
With assault weapons

The victims of the crazed people
Those insignificant others
Are not dead by the shooters gun
But by the shooter's insanity
Those insignificant others
Were just poor, unlucky souls
Insignificant souls

When I get older
And not fit to live
I'm going to give my machine gun
My shotgun
To my son
So he can hold the fortress
And protect his family
From those insignificant others
Those poor, innocent souls
That will awake from the grave
That will trespass his property
That will look him in the eye
With the wounds from Sandy Hook
Aurora Movie Theater
Columbia Mall
Still viciously bleeding
And dare him to shoot again
To protect his cold-blooded ignorance

RIP Brianna Benlolo and Tyler Johnson

There once was a place
There once was a boy
There once was a soul
Altogether creating heavenly evil
The soul was cursed from the start
The intelligent thoughts
The mental superiority
The guilty conscience
All cursed to perfection
The boy was cursed from the womb
The tall stature
The blessed looks
The forgiving health
All cursed to perfection
The place was cursed from the stone
The malicious sins
The deceiving repents
The false forgiveness
All cursed to perfection
The soul attaches to the boy
The boy attaches to the place
The heavenly evil called Purgatory
Where the superior but guilty visit
Where the strong but heartless visit
Where the regretful but lying visit
And clean their slate
To nothing more
And ascend upwards
As Purgatory is not the halfway point
But more the pre-cursor to evil paradise
That will one day be lost
A repent doesn't take you most of the way
A sins doesn't disappear after repent
The soul doesn't change if it sees reward
Purgatory is a lie
From a wicked boy with a wicked soul
A heavenly evil
All blessed to damnation
Up or down is the way
But not in the sky
But in the boy himself
As I am dust
And to dust I shall never return

In the light of the new morning,
He opens his eyes,
The Devil gets his warning,
And the heavens start to cry.
She utters a quick prayer                
To always keep him safe
The Devil weeps in despair,
And a smile warps his face.

He was always quiet,
He was always kind,
At a young age the Devil tried to find,
But his mother’s prayer always declined.
One day she began to cough red,
The same day she breathed,
And the same breath she bled.
He clenched her on the bed,
She said her finals words and fled
The heavens began to dread,
The day the Devil would enter his head.

She looks beautiful walking down the aisle,
He greets her on the stand with a smile,
The priest begins the trial,
On Sunday the heavens sleep a while,
The Devil creeps out of denial.
She watches her son from above,
A tear rolls down her cheek,
She hears the Devil speak,
She tries to warn him,
But the heavens silence her screech.

The clock ticks,
He looks into its eyes,
His heart stops,
And the heavens start to cry.
He kisses her on the lips,        
He cries his tears of wine,  
The Devil feels fine,
Such an act must be sign.

He runs his fingers across the blade,
He looks into its eyes
He remembers his mother’s prayer
And his conscience begins to cry,
The tears of heaven begin to dry,
Like cancer it spreads across his mind,
While he begs the Devil to make him blind.


He looks all around,
His mind is deranged,
The Devil knew this was bound,
The heavens start to change.
He looks down at what could have been
He looks down at his biggest sin
The Devil only laughs,
While his world no longer spins

She comes home and it feels colder inside,
The man she loved has died,
And the Devil has taken his side.
She sees herself in the pool of red,
She sees it motionless on the bed,
She screams her scream of silent pain,
As the Devil slowly opens her vein

The wind is swooshing outside,  
His heart is the Devil and his conscience is the Eye,
He gets up, weak with age,
The Devil cries his tears of sage.
His life is slipping away,
He goes and lies down in his grave,
He covers himself in his own pain,
The heavens begin to obey,
All in all, in the Devil’s cave.

The heartbeat dictatorship beats
Emotions with the string of a puppet
Difficult decisions deceived as beneficial
Easy choices masked as treason
The truth can not set free
If the truth fills personal opinion
Real truth demolishes happiness
Real truth despises the elated
Real truth shows beneath plastic masks
Beneath the puppet strings
Real truth governs the heartbeat dictatorship
Real truth is the single leader to bow down to
And pray:

Dear lord keep me from danger
Keep me from evil
Keep me from sin
Dear lord set fire to my heart
So you can believe my heartbeats
And smell my pulse
Dear lord lay destruction on my soul
So I can be capable
So I can mask
Dear lord be with me through all
So I can feel your presence
And feel powerless
Dear lord cross my spirit
And keep me from the devil    
So I can scream in peace

A lone Muslim weeps alone
Mind entirely westernized
Heart in the Middle East
Shown by his father how to love
With faith of course
And to find peace with himself

A country built on blind pride
Unfortunately yields ideal life
Four planes taking ****** detours
Captained by servants of Allah
To die as martyrs in His name

The lone Muslim sits in a classroom
Silence during the 12th anniversary of 9/11
A peaceful religion forever stained
The teacher prints out pictures of Muhammed
And hands one to the Muslim with a smile
Almost asking for retaliation

Every night he prays to the clouds
Allahu-Akbar Allahu-Akbar
Identical with cries of the Taliban
Irony fills the air
As pictures of Muhammed come to mind

A lone Muslim surrounded by smiling bigots
Who can't help but ask if Jihad exists
Or question if Ramadan works
Judge his every move
And deny their prejudice

A lone Muslim weeps alone
As he remembers the day he lost his heart
The day conformity was shunned
A man rejected from love due to religion
Turns into a terrorist
And begins to walk with a suicide vest

Peace and love for everything
Now replaced by guns and hate
Political parties staining beautiful thoughts
Preaching American hate and Muslim supremacy
Things Allah would be proud of

My religion will always be stained

"Allah forbids you not
With regard to those
Who fight you not for Faith
Nor drive you out of your homes
From dealing kindly and justly with them
For Allah loves those who are just"

A 12-year old boy walks in
The dry Cleveland air never disappoints
It was his first day at school
"How was your day Tamir?"
Spouts his mother from the kitchen
As she prepares the evening dinner

School was ok I guess
I could do better in my classes but whatever
Basketball practice was fun

A 12-year old boy walks in
Today is especially cold even for Cleveland
The snow stuck like it was there to stay
"How was your day Tamir"
His mother asks from the living room

School was ok
Can I can go to the park tomorrow?
I want to have a snowball fight with my friends

A 12-year old boy walks in
Dry cold air is the perfect weather for bleeding
He walks in and tries to cover the holes in his chest
"How was your day Tamir?"
His mother asks
Just like any other day

Mommy I went to the park today
But my friends never showed up
So I made snowballs on my own
And I played with my airsoft gun
Mommy all of a sudden the park was empty
A car zoomed right in front of me
It was only a few steps
The police car door opened
And they shot me Mommy
I was reaching to give them my airsoft gun
Mommy I'm dead now
The holes in my chest they won't close up
Nobody saved me Mommy
I'm so sorry I made a big mistake
I didn't mean to scare people with my airsoft gun
I won't make the same mistake next time
I promise!
Mommy please forgive me
I promise next time I will have more control
Mommy give me another chance
Mommy please cover my red holes

The lonely boy rejects propaganda
Scouring around with blood red eyes
Nobody spares him a glance
Nobody looks past conformity
He opens his mouth to speak
But nothing can be heard
Nobody bothers for his words
Nobody cares beyond conformity
He sits in his bedroom with his father's revolver
Nobody extends him a hand
Nobody grants him a soul
They label him
They say he rejected conformity
They say he should have asked for help

The masked man rejects propaganda
Scouring around with blood red eyes
But only beneath a blood red mask
Alone in an isolated world
Slowly cleaning his wounds with ether
Because as painful it is to reject propaganda
To reject conformity
At least the ether will guide him through it
Out of conformity
And into the darkness

Just keep looking straight
Don't turn right
Don't turn left
The mindset of the blessed

On the left there is bloodshed
On the right there is sorrow
Straight ahead is the goal
And the goal we must follow
For one to love from afar
With feelings too strong to know
Just keep looking ahead
And then the love will grow
Just keep the rhythmic pattern
Be careful don't miss a beat
Always tell her you love her
Never consider retreat
Soon the battle will come to you
Soon they will try to silence the sound
Don't you worry Drummer Boy
Just let your heart fall to the ground
After a few beats you will arrive
For the goal you have achieved
Hold her and never let go
For you have her because you believed

Just keep looking straight
Don't turn left
Don't turn right
The mindset of the cold, ****** fight

I feel the feeling
That engulfs me whole
Into a paradise of despair
I never had a sister
You never had a brother
Yet now we both do
Your youthful innocence
Your elate brilliance
That loves me regardless
Brings me to tears every time
I leave you
You don't understand
Who I am
But even if you did
You would still adore me
Through all of my spite
One day you will understand
Who your brother really is
That day I will walk down to Hell
So you can one day walk up to Heaven
And if you come calling
I promise
I will fight through the torment
The torment of my wicked past
Just to see your face again
My beautiful sister
Mira

Cut to black
Muscles relax
You're walking down a road
She is next to you
You don't know where that road goes
But it doesn't matter
All that matters is her next to you
And you next to her
You are happy
And so is she
Cut to black
Muscles relax
Time is up
You lay in the night
Happiness fades
It was a lie all along
You lied to yourself
You lie to yourself every night
What makes you think you wont lie to others?
Wake Up.
The Devil is calling
And this time
He calls from heaven.

I am not like you
Not the same race
Nor the same nationality
Nor the same religion
I am not like you
Not as forgiving
Nor as graceful
Nor as compassionate
But I feel a part on you inside me
Because we are both people
And I realize that now
For it is too late as you look down upon
But you realized that before
And that is what made you different
You knocked down the barriers of race
You knocked down the barriers of hate
You loved even though you were a different race
You loved even though you were supposed to hate
To you love came naturally
And naturally you walked out of hell
Took on a new world
And loved in a world
Full of hate
And never looked back
God bless the man who loved when supposed to hate
God bless the man who forgave when supposed to grudge
God bless the man who smiled when supposed to spite
God bless the man I can call my hero
Even though I am not like you
I aspire to open my heart like you did
And fill it with beautiful, singing angels.

Double the vein flow in my pupil
Oculus transformed into a mesmerizing red
Reminiscent of all the ghosts
That all haunt me when I go to bed
Visible arteries to look vivid
An intricate complex of vessels
Dear God help my soul
And allow my eyelids to tremble
A cross of the heart and a blink of the eye
Blood slowly permeates the vision
The demons put on their robes
And remove my vessels with a incision
Bloodshot eyes all clear of blood
Deception by the inner demons
Dear lord help me tremble
And keep me from treason.

I would hear screams at night
But my ears are flooded with arrogance
Ignorance
Vanity
Ones who love to praise themselves
And assert their dominance in everyday register
All I hear is reckless passion
Uncontrolled patriotism
All I see is a blood red
Bleached white
And Stained blue
The ignorance may shield within the borders
But the unspoken truth walks in the wasteland
You come in my country
And you **** for power
****
****
****
Bullet wounds paint the blood red
Dead Americans homage the bleached white
Enemies tossed in the ocean spit the stained blue
**** stained on the Holy Book
Then us blamed for a 9/11 hour
You come with your dominance
And you **** for power
****
****
****
Others nations shake their heads
They find you nosy
They find you a bully
But the blood stains our earth
You are a murderer

But there is one day that will come
When the little boy will hurt his thumb
The bully will step on the wound
And the little boy will fire his gun
The bully will slowly die
And all the little kids will look to the sun
They will all hold hands
And nobody will need to run
All the little kids are finally free
Even though the bully is dead
The little kids will celebrate
And they will spit on the blood red

But the white and blue will already be gone

I feel the weight on my ribs
As they crack one by one
Each more painful than the previous
Until the last one snaps, done
The pain travels fast
Signals straight down from my brain
But the feeling stops at my neck
Because the noose is much too strained
Oxygen levels decreasing
Left begging for my last breath
But there is no need for self-pity
When you're so friendly with death
Mentally broken and physically faltering
Whole body gone limp
Arterial blood ceases to flow
Because the veins started to crimp
Resting deathful on the cold floor
Pascals of pressure on my chest
Oh the places the mind can lead you
When you get murdered by stress

I feel the weight of a man
Weighing me down to the ground
The man looks awfully familiar
Cheekbones decorated with dry asphalt
Eyes of a former dead sergeant
Tears diluted with arterial blood
I look at him and I see myself
A future permeated by embarrassment
Perception embellished with infidelity
A mind truly absent of simplicity
A man who once sold his heart for his pride
Content living without a soul
As his pride remains intact
I feel the weight of a man
Weighing me down to the ground
And furthermore into my grave
The demon that awaits seems deceitful
But for what is deceit if things seem as they are?
There lies the ambiguity of demons

I just hope he isn't me.

I have trouble understanding
How a man can adore himself so much
Walking in with his head held high
And his outward perceptions turned inferior
Forming questions with
A condescending tone
Only speaking his words
So he may talk about himself
His success
His happiness
His 'importance'
Daring to show off
The love he receives
But he does not understand,
That all the love comes from within,
As the man adores himself
And nobody adores him
But he does not understand,
As he finds himself perfect
And superior
But he does not know
That when he stops looking at the mirror
And looks around
That nobody will be there
To clean his worthless tears
And hold him through hell
Other than the mirror itself
That will one day fall off the wall
Shatter the glass all over the floor
So blood is drawn next time he walks
With his head held so high

Pitch black comforts usually fade into darkness
Such an irony that presents an enigma
Here to welcome you to the dark side of matters
A reflective one with all faults in his stars
One to wonder if he left his mind too early
Into a forgotten landscape of manipulation
For him too talented to simply observe the world around
Pulling the strings speaks much more pleasure
For one too bored by the concept of simplicity
Chaos must ensue for his talent to shine
Shadows must lurk for his hear to beat
People must suffer for his eyes to open
Control is the name of the game
Over on the dark side of matters
"Evil" doesn't explain the confusion within
But rather just labels without knowing
His heart made of thin glass
Only looking for love
Always in the wrong places
The one thing he can not manipulate
Will haunt him forever
The heartbeat now dissipates
Because his heart existed never
Darkness aids my pitch black comforts
A true enigma that speaks irony
Here to bid farewell to the dark side of things
And into a barren field so blue in color
Yet so gold in elegance

I stood inside the pitch black room
Windows and doors lined the walls
Different colored lights streamed through
Each hole in the wall a new place
Some were locked and barred down tight
Others ajar and welcoming
Some doors rusted and hard to move
A few windows cracked and old
I stood there thinking
Pondering
Which doors I should see
What windows could possibly be
The exits to this room
Keys of all sizes covered the floor
Some were easy to find
Others heavy and cold
And for some I knew which key went where
But others I’d have to try over and over again
The room grew dark as I stood
And keys began to disappear in the dark
Windows shut and doors slammed closed
It was time to leave my little room
I looked about and dropped to my knees
Rummaging through the pile
The darkness crept faster and faster
Seeping in like liquid
But then in an instance
I heard a voice
A faint calling from a window
With panes of pleasant wood
And as I neared it slowly creaked
Beckoning me to follow
A warm calming air came out from the crack
The key was already in its place
A key of bronze and solid build
I gripped the edge and swung it open
Just as the pitch black darkness enveloped my room
And I lunged
Right though that small window
Where I found the most lovely field and sky
With people I’d never met but knew from long ago
A field of teeming blues
A field of royal gold

The perfect way two stories could be told.