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John B Dec 2015
Twisted indiscretions

Infest with baleful malformations

Likened to creation

Cosmic horor gods ***** the beacon

Cry havoc on innocence

Stir the pits

light the pyre

Pray for wisdom and understanding

None survive this insurrection

All our bloods been long in planning

For resaprosoty

I for got to mention
"I was an Angel before a third of the stairs fell, cast with the sternum and satan into the pit of hell, our beloved leader forced to be a bottom feeder, the grate deceiver that promised victory over the monkey lovers."
John B Dec 2015
Wake up in a layer of sweat

Pop the lock

Chill my brains

Have a stretch

Free the beast

Have a peace

Smoke a peace And feast

Apply grease

Release

Until sleep

Repeat
Kinda boring.
John B Dec 2015
Red nose running

Sore at the year before

Stomach wableing

Bowl full of jelly style

White Christmas all around us

Just not a flake In town

I blame the corruption
Gangs without respect for the hood, cops little better than privateers, politicians acting like consiliary, consiliary acting like conquerors and our rulers claim anti colonialism so that they can obtain a more thorough controlling interest of the freshly levelled lands we wash with blood so regularly, be thankful its not coal hailing down, lit or otherwise.
John B Dec 2015
Good morning star child

Forgotten stillborn

Godfather cosmos

Crooked in kind

Writhe with the warming

Rise with swarming

Die with the storm

And better yet find
John B Dec 2015
If you woke up from your chosen torments?

And found my heart?

On your cuting room floor were you left it.

Would you feel shame?

Try to put it back?
John B Dec 2015
An incarnent demon ran past my window

Fast as a jay fly's dark as night with reds I've never seen

Like your insides while they are still inside

Blisters, shingles, mange, what have you

I responded with a quickness

Up with my fists, prepared the thickness

But gone with the moment and off on its way

A demon after someone else? Good thanks.
Have fun, don't over do it, if it becomes habbit or personal, lets just say its hard to stop by choice alone, is black magic addictive? No more then black coffee.
John B Dec 2015
I spend my days paralyzed

If you ask me why ill blame the weather

Not the Washington rain

No one ever asks about the storm from which I'm sheltered

Its a **** storm in the minds of man

Carrying out the wack wills of lunatics

On light waves from dark eyes

Rending dementions untouched by hate

They see the light In me and turn an evil eye

Not knowing why or to what end

My soul mourns for them and their sad life

My body revolts at the new found pain writhing unsure of its cause

My mind trys to make sense of the seemingly sourceless flight or flight reaction

Just a twitch And we lock eyes

Clarcognesence hits like a three story wave and I can see it

Taste it

Feel it on my skin

I am your enemy?!?

Were do you know me?

No!

not me some dreem...

Some scheme gleaned by some other fiend

the sun makes us all look bad by contrast

So I hide in my pad

Ask me why I'll say the weather

It's not a lie just easier to swallow
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