The bible, just another fiction book?
Another book without a hook?
Did you bother to even look?
The voice spoke and the heavens shook.

"Obey me for you all are my slaves,"
It was even heard through the hollow caves.
There's no one on earth that's left to save,
For aren't we all false God's slaves?

Shall the rivers flow red,
With the blood of the dead.
"No tears are left to shed,"
To the saved, God said

Is this what you really want?
Are you just a stupid ****?!
I'm sorry, but I have to be blunt.
Is this really what you ******* want?!

To die in vain,
Die in God's name.
Are you really sane?
And is life just a stupid game?

        To live and die as we breathe,
        And be born again yet cease
        To exist in this internal damnation we call our home
        In 2012, will we realize that we're not alone?

The bible, each religion pays attention to only one part.
So is there anyone left, who follows their heart?
We all know, there's always an end and start,
And in this game of life, we all play a part...

...To live, to die,
To conquer and strive.
To destroy, to lie,
To let the world die.

Our judgment day is coming,
But we pulled the rope that made the bells start ringing

        You ignorant fools who made us corrupt,
        The fools that chose war over Peace;
        The ones who won't change to save the world
        So tell me dear reader, is this what you want?

        To die, when you've never even lived,
        To be told how to live this game called "life,"
        To be here, in a country becoming more corrupt;
      
        No, this is not what god planned...
        ...this is not what god had planned.

Beginning (introduction)

In the dusk hour, they lay there shattered and broken
Just like these words, yet theirs are unspoken
May I write their songs and their poems
Just so the people of the world will know them...

I. The Truth Of the World Can Be Seen In an Eye

...The dead, the living, and the unknown
Look before you, the world is shown
We're corrupted and don't welcome change
For this is the world of stubborn and strange
The lies are before you in different labeled doors
Of "our" choices whether it's peace or war
It's all propaganda, it's all spoken lies
Only to be heard before Everyone dies
So what is your decision, what is your choice
We are the people that mus sound our voice
To fight for what we All believe in
And let the real freedom we want begin
'Cause this is how it shall end
It'll be the end of you dear friend...

II. Dead Man's Ode To God

...I stood before the Lord
I prayed, he opened the door
Into internal damnation
Of our own salvation

I stood before the Lord
I gave my heart for the golden shore
And thy sinful ways
Brought even darker days

I stood before the Lord
He was real, I was sure
Then people lied, and people died
And in the end, all did cry

So here I stand before the Lord
Just a terrible ending I got for
Playing, giving, until I die
To find the idea of God is just a lie...

III. ...And There Will Be Guns and Whips

...Cry another tear
Run from another fear
They're coming tonight
Scream if you see the white
I don't want to be a slave
Lord, can't we be saved
From skin color discrimination
In the new nation
Where everyone's free
Except for you, you, and me
We shall toil in dirt
In the cold, hard Earth
Because they're too lazy to do it on their own
Or maybe because they can't do it alone
Why must we suffer for generations to come
Because they can't see that we're all one
So we shall die under the American sun
In a nation that will never be one...

I. Tragedy In Forms Of Ones' Confusion In This Mental State Called Reality

Love's lust lost second
of quiet lovers' bitter secrets,
in forms of sins and tragedies
trapped in their own guilt.
Time's ticking last minute,
whose sound silently kills
the fact we never loved at all
in moments like these.
What is love? People ask.
And it's answer is as complicated
as the question itself, yet simple.
It's everything and nothing alone.
Life's simple, cold truth
is hidden under the empty tears
of the dying ones in broken homes,
waiting for tomorrow.
But tomorrow never comes
because it's always today.
So that means there's no yesterday.
May I get more in depth?
If there's no tomorrow's
or yesterdays,
then there's no past or future.
Today's our last day.
So little to do,
yet so much has been done
in this last day we live,
that lasts a lifetime.
This depths reception
of a hopeless, dreaming mind
finds tragedy in hope once again,
yet searching for nothing.
Death's eye seeks
the sins and tragedies
of time's love so shortly wasted,
lost in the cool breeze.
May the words
of forgotten dreams
be spoken and only heard
by these ears.
'Cause the fire in the rain
will put the dead to sleep again.
So, dear tragedy struck friend,
this is time's love wasted end.

II. ****** Lives Can Arrive In Colorful Wrapping

Little words, like razorblades
that slice open skin,
rusts and infects the cut,
bleed through my mind
like these open sores
you've caused me to make.
Take it or break it,
either way you got to pay for it
with the sweat on your back
and the tears of the broken people
living on the edge.
Little problems, like scars
that leave a never forgotten
memory of shameful mistakes,
that can't be solved by
cheap alcohol and drugs.
You can't solve my problems,
I can't even solve them myself.
By bleeding, drinking, smoking,
till I can't move or make a sound,
to where I'm not even breathing.
I may seem normal with no problems,
nothing to worry about, I'm just a kid.
Funny how wrong you are
and make stupid assumptions
always thinking you're right.
But smoking, drinking,
and these infected cuts
aren't for nothing.
Leaving me speechless,
can't move,
not breathing...
I'm already dead on the inside,
so why not complete it with this final goodbye?

III. Four Lines

Lifeless, cold, and brokenhearted am I
The lover, the hero, the cherished that died
In all Earth's beauty, the world did cry
For my body is resting under the starry sky

IV. Sorry, But I'm Optimistically Pessimistic

"The sun'll come out tomorrow"
If tomorrow ever comes.
Until then, I can only dream
of leaving this place
in a forgotten memory.
There's nothing left for me here
but ash and a bitter taste
that reminds me I'm alone.
Maybe I got problems,
maybe I don't.
Guess none of you really know,
or even try to understand
that this charade of smiles and laughter
is just a mask.
Just a plain old mask,
fading and decaying over the years.
'Cause what is left to live for?
This broken home,
these shattered dreams,
until every last shred of me
is fed to the dogs
only to become ****?
No, I already am a *******
who can't do anything right
in their eyes,
which only see me
when I'm to be seen.
So what's with this hopeless dreaming?
It's not stopped my drinking,
my smoking, drugs.
Hasn't stopped me from stealing
until there's nothing left to take,
but take me to bone crushing new lows
that twists and breaks me in half.
There's no turning around this time,
need to take a step forwards
instead of going backwards,
blindly setting myself
in the sight of the predator.
All I can do is sit here,
sit here and dream
for that better day.
So if tomorrow ever comes,
there will be sun.

V. There's No Place Like Kansas

A hidden talent
behind these silent tears
in this state
we call Kansas.
No one makes it
out of here,
no one makes it big.
Good luck to some,
misery to the rest.
Shall I sit here,
hopeless and too diligent
to even try.
We are broken,
bandaged, torn,
and messed up.
Yet we make it
by working
in our low paying jobs
that barely helps
us live.
'Cause it's the
same old song,
we're just another drop
in an endless sea.
And all we do,
crumbles to the ground
though we refuse to see.
We the people
of Kansas,
to the rest of the world,
all we are
is Dust In The Wind

This old mask I wear
has worn thin,
I'll make another one
just to let it decay again.
I take a breath
and let it go
just like I took him in
to only know,
she said let him go.
Everything good
just is taken away
from me,
and that's all I've got to say.
It's so close to me
yet so far away.
My dear, sweet,
sharpened razorblade.
Let the blood drip
till it stains the floor.
"When it rains...
...it pours."
Help me savior,
help me friend.
I've got to ask,
is this my end?
I give up,
yet hope once again
till the day comes
where hope is taken.
Hoping for the hopeless
will only tear
exactly what you're trying
to repair.
You can't mend a life
of hopeless dreaming.
You can only destroy it
till your heart stops beating

I've stumbled in
a little thing.
A little game
of little shame.
And all i got
was a stupid rock.
Called a smock.
A Stupid ****.
Hopefully one day
I will go astray
To make my way
For my own sake.
Heaven save me!
Let me be
Mother Mary
Rest in peace!
Forgive me father
for I have sinned
World that falter
I can't live in.

My life flashes right in front of me like a map of stars
Little memories that I remember seems so bizarre
From the day that I've opened my eyes to see
How different, strange, and cruel this world can be
I've changed for the better, I've changed for the worse
And my poetically pathetic lines are not rehearsed
Just what drifts out my mouth and burst into life
I just hope one day I'll fly high as a kite
With the old words I remember so well known
But luckily I won't have to do it alone
I remember my old days and all my old ways
And I leave it back and walk towards a better day
This map of stars I will leave behind me forever
For this desperate change was hard to endeavor

They're all crying,
They're all dying,
The world is singing
To the country broken.
The news is dim
as the lights with in
the deepest darkness
that a country lies within.
Broken hearts and broken bones,
People on streets without a home.
Haiti has fallen.
who will be next?
The only thing left
For them is hope.
This is the beginning
of some cruel test,
Testing faith and justice
Till there's nothing left.
We're all broken
and Unspoken in these
last few years of
our Vengeful Lord.
There's nothing left
for the world to do,
But pick and choose
till death calls us out
one by one fall
to the word of god.
Answer the phone,
Death is calling.