I'd rather write a million poems
Than appease to what's unjust;
I'd rather die a million times,
Than in you to put my trust.

And if in the end I really must,
I reckon there's spells to cast;
And for those I'll be ****** for,
But at least I stayed,
True to my core.

One afternoon in the kitchen listening to some of my favourite old songs from my Punk Rock days
The *** Pistols God Save the Queen, Pretty Vacant, Did you no Wrong and Silly Thing
Then I started listening to The ******'s New Rose, a great riff and then Neat Neat Neat
Neat Neat Neat doesn't have as good a riff but it has this mad guitar piece in the middle where it just goes crazy...wild!!!
At this stage I just had to get it out, yea! I had to get out my air guitar
I'm a virtuoso Air Guitar player, if there was an Air Guitar contest I'd win easily
So I get my Air Guitar out and suddenly I'm whizzing around the kitchen
I'm doin' a Wilko, a Wilko Johnson (RIP Wilko)
I'm flying around goin' crazy with the music
Now I'm wearing these casual Work Pants that I like to wear
And they have pockets everywhere, and they also have funny hooks and loops coming out of them, I never knew what they were for
(Probably for hanging tools)
As I'm flying round the kitchen doesn't one of the loops from my pants get caught in one of the cupboard door knobs
And suddenly there's this Big tug and an awful Wwwrench!!! Noise
I stop and wonder what the **** was that...I look
The door of the cupboard's been ripped off its hinges
****! I say to myself...Ssshit!
I'm after tearing one of the cupboard doors off
Then I stop and wonder for a moment and slowly a smile creeps over my face
"Wait a minute", I think to myself
 Now that... that's Punk Rock!".

The premise of amounting to nothing,
Can be comforting.
If you think you are capable enough
To affect real change.
And if you are, and
Do not, you are no
Man. And if
None of us act,
We are all ******.

You discriminated against me my whole life.
Good luck being discriminated against in Hell forever.

The Pissants at Facebook think they can censor people and steal their voice. That's an eternal law violation of Rights, and their ugly swine children will die in gutters full of pus for the crime.

You don't get to tell others what to do and choose who has a voice, while proclaiming tolerance and diversity, lying hypocrite pigs. I will watch you die in fire, torn to shreds, and no one will save you.

Trash, trash, across the land
Be ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ******

Slowly poisoned
By carpet fibers
Cross's sacrifice
The guilty pay
Not one helped
All are Cain
Murdered Abel
So unclean
Hell forever
Never forgiven
No excuses
Enjoy Justice
Dust to dust
All is repaid
Evil swine
Abused the innocent
By my suffering
Christ instantiated the Law
Fulfilling All
You chose evil
You were warned
Time and again
Begged for help
You didn't care
Hypocrites and false godly
Unkind phonies
Perdition your sentence
For eternal crimes