Dec 2018
Condemned to The Guillotine
Condemned to the guillotine has been announced as my fate
for speaking the truth in hopes of setting everyone in the world straight.
But now it’s too late, pitch forks are rising up against me as everyone has voted to live life to its minimalist in a slave state.
I’ve been branded a traitor by my fellow primates.
Expose the world is controlled by Satan who’s manipulating your lives
and get attacked since you don’t want to give up ******* your ***** without making her your wife.
Expose that Nasa is a fraud and fakes every picture you see,
and get threatened with promises of being hung from a tree.
Exposes the world for not being round and shine a light on the fact that it’s flat,
and get assaulted with words laced with venom instead of having a friendly chitchat.
Bring the truths of the bible about Giants, Titans, Dragons and massive animals and plants to light,
get ridiculed and silenced since this information is far too much for your closed off minds to take in in one night.
Talk about the afterlife and the presence of spirits all around us,
get called crazy, insane, delusional, in need of medication because that is a topic no one wants to discuss.
The truth of the world and of our creation and history is far stranger than the false narrative that is shoved down our throats,
but everyone tunes out the lords amazing notes.
Condemned to the guillotine might be a blessing
since my life has become awfully ******* depressing.
Losing my father and seeing his dead body, there is no repressing.
Life for me has hit the brakes and I have stopped progressing.
A relationship, apartment, and job all lost.
Trying to take even one step forward comes with a tremendous cost.
A cousin now gone as well,
life has turned into a living hell.
Waking up in the morning, getting out of bed and functioning throughout the day,
is almost as difficult as burying my father on my 30th birthday.
The massive weight crushing down on me is suffocating.
When will happiness invade my heart, I’m tired of waiting.
When will positivity flood into my soul, it’s growing frustrating.
When will I find a career, I love and enjoy? Constantly changing jobs is aggravating.
When will God use me to my full potential, I’m growing tired of waiting!
I’m tired of his plan for my life being so drawn out and calculating.
I’m always asked when will I finally write something happy,
or something full of love and sappy?
I wish I had an answer to that question.
I wish I could have a happy and positive writing session.
I’ve been given a gift that is more like a curse.
It allows me to feel the pain of the entire world, for better or worse.
Being so in tune with my spiritual self is torture.
No wonder people mistake it for a mental disorder.
I fight off demons every day,
that want to **** me, cremate me and caste my ashes out into a bay.
I know the truths of the world.
Know that so many people are already ****** to the underworld
because they have turned their backs on God,
and call the bible a giant fraud.
A book written by man to help you feel better about death.
You won’t be feeling that way after you take your final breath.
Condemn me to the guillotine all you want,
as you descend down, I’ll be above you ready to flaunt.
Condemned to the guillotine has been announced as my fate
for speaking the truth in hopes of setting everyone in the world straight.
But now it’s too late, pitch forks are rising up against me as everyone has voted to live life to its minimalist in a slave state.
I’ve been branded a traitor by my fellow primates.
Expose the world is controlled by Satan who’s manipulating your lives
and get attacked since you don’t want to give up ******* your ***** without making her your wife.
Expose that Nasa is a fraud and fakes every picture you see,
and get threatened with promises of being hung from a tree.
Exposes the world for not being round and shine a light on the fact that it’s flat,
and get assaulted with words laced with venom instead of having a friendly chitchat.
Bring the truths of the bible about Giants, Titans, Dragons and massive animals and plants to light,
get ridiculed and silenced since this information is far too much for your closed off minds to take in in one night.
Talk about the afterlife and the presence of spirits all around us,
get called crazy, insane, delusional, in need of medication because that is a topic no one wants to discuss.
The truth of the world and of our creation and history is far stranger than the false narrative that is shoved down our throats,
but everyone tunes out the lords amazing notes.
Condemned to the guillotine might be a blessing
since my life has become awfully ******* depressing.
Losing my father and seeing his dead body, there is no repressing.
Life for me has hit the brakes and I have stopped progressing.
A relationship, apartment, and job all lost.
Trying to take even one step forward comes with a tremendous cost.
A cousin now gone as well,
life has turned into a living hell.
Waking up in the morning, getting out of bed and functioning throughout the day,
is almost as difficult as burying my father on my 30th birthday.
The massive weight crushing down on me is suffocating.
When will happiness invade my heart, I’m tired of waiting.
When will positivity flood into my soul, it’s growing frustrating.
When will I find a career, I love and enjoy? Constantly changing jobs is aggravating.
When will God use me to my full potential, I’m growing tired of waiting!
I’m tired of his plan for my life being so drawn out and calculating.
I’m always asked when will I finally write something happy,
or something full of love and sappy?
I wish I had an answer to that question.
I wish I could have a happy and positive writing session.
I’ve been given a gift that is more like a curse.
It allows me to feel the pain of the entire world, for better or worse.
Being so in tune with my spiritual self is torture.
No wonder people mistake it for a mental disorder.
I fight off demons every day,
that want to **** me, cremate me and caste my ashes out into a bay.
I know the truths of the world.
Know that so many people are already ****** to the underworld
because they have turned their backs on God,
and call the bible a giant fraud.
A book written by man to help you feel better about death.
You won’t be feeling that way after you take your final breath.
Condemn me to the guillotine all you want,
as you descend down, I’ll be above you ready to flaunt.
