On that day
What will you do?
When you meet your Lord
For round two

And you find out
What your thoughts told you
About the Lord
Are not even true

And you will realize
That what you do
In the Lord’s eyes
Cannot be denied
So on that day
What will you do?
When the Lord
Calls upon you?

You see the book
In the air
And wonder,
“Is my name in there?’

Here my word
Prepare for the day
So you don’t have to wonder
And God won’t keep you away

Full of substance
Packed in a hard shell
As the heat of life
Is applied
The pressure builds
You start to expand
On the verge of breaking
Then all the sudden it grows dark
As people put a lid over you and forget about you
Then you pop and everyone crowds around you
But not to help but to eat you like piranhas
While they enjoy the entertainment

How do I explain
For you to attain
That one of my kin
I hold in high distain

How do I express
How one who shares my genes
I wish I could turn him away
Burn him from the tree

How do I tell my family
That he’s not important to me
That if he were to die
I’d get over it sooner than the rest

Do people really like me for me,
Or is it just out of pity?
The rejects pity
For being smart,
Fat,
Handicapped.
Is their sympathy real,
Or is it synthetic love because Im abnormal?

Do people really like my art
Because it moves them,
Or because I have terminal cancer?

You know I say,
“Be honest, be brutal, tell me the truth,”
But all I get is lies.
And Im tired of it
Tired of this ****
Exhausted of carrying this false motivation
Worn down by all this cheering
When its undeserved

So please don’t look at me
But in me
Don’t look at my stub of an arm,
Or dent in my nose
Look at my soul
Which I spill for you
On this cheap paper
So everyone can receive
What I spree

They tested the one so true,
They test me and you.
Speakers of two-faced statements
Changing their views every second
With the serpent’s sly tongue
And the fox’s slick movements
They sway the populous
With shifting statements,
That just blow my mind away.

I will not be **** on,
I will be the ****
In this world of peoples judgments
And conforming to fit

Call me a loser
Call me a *****
‘Cause I’m the one standing tall
When you’re holding a tin can …
Begging for tips

Minds are like DVDs,
Menus .on replay.
They’re supposed to show the happy parts,
But mine just ruin the day.

Mine’s replay scenes of dread,
Of the ones I loathe and hate.
It replays scenes of pain,
The pain I helped create.

Watch me today
As my mind is torturing me,
With scenes of lust and lacking faith
Making me wish I could run away

I wish I could turn of the TV,
Replace the DVD
So I can be rid of this torment,
And these blackening scenes