My anger is a gift.
My anger is a gift
And for, that you will not acquit me.
So judge me.
I get it,
You wanna stick up for the little man
But what are the terms and conditions
you got written on your hand?
Is that freedom?
Determined to rid the vermin
Hatreds poisonous venom
Annihilation of oppression
By concreting a standard that fits your balance?
Fascism
Disguised by liberal ways.
Cause the left won the culture war
And we must fulfill the agenda to save the day.
Or is it about the money?
With a buck in my right hand
And my left fist full of pills grasping in half prayer for rehab
They say I need help.
My mental status is high on bad health
I'm caged in my brain,
All 9 circles of hell
With no guiding light,
I'm always told to tread light
My heart beats questions,
my words start fights.
I am the snow storm of Capricorn
Loose chains around my neck
Pentacles
Cups
Wands
Swords
Astro-Tarot cross burns with no exhaust
At the bottom of the gate,
You can see my bones in Lucifer's mouth.
So why do I feel angelic?
My anger is prolific
Biblical scriptures leave me destined for heathen obsessions.
I am the division
No balance without permission
My air fuels fires and creates unison.
I am destruction
But rebirth in the same phase.
Cycling the celestial waives
Swearing in God's name.
I can't be the only one
Who feels that condescending thumb
We must create a stage to fit the population
who wants to express their pain to his son.
But its crowded,
About to cave.
The weight of the world will be best defined in mass graves.
And here comes my gift.
My anger is my bliss.
I can't come to grips on why the world is the way it is.
I respect this age for hands raised in rage.
But I will be quick to slap down others who think they are center stage.
I'll break anyone's four walls and follow Shakespeare in a Socratic annoyance.
This is a moment of clairvoyance
Repeat these words with me and find a voice;
Solve
Coagula
Solve
Coagula
Dissolve the paradigm
To form a new life
Solve
Coagula
Solve
Coagula
My gift to the world
Is written on my arms.
kind of a mind dump, haven't written much lately so i decided to just try instead of festering. This is about frustration of knowing who I am and dealing with social Olympics of others and the political landscape. The "in the moment philosophy", most seem to indulge on when arguing to be right, but really the point has been agreed on, just like to hear themselves talk.
Anger is a gift that triumphs over subordination of current status. If you're unhappy and oppressed, dismissed, this maybe for you.
