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Savage Mar 2019
At the end
of the world
when all is done
and all the games are played,
there's one last thing
I'd like to do
and that's to just get laid.

I don't want that slam bam stuff
where everything's done in whiff
no, I just think it ought to take
a decade or so of stiff.

I'm not asking
for much at all
but wanting
to feel again
the wet hot heat
of a jet ski seat,
the gentle turn
of a fin.

Soap and suds
and beds and charms
and candles all lit in stream
with music staged and pillows caged
and everything played mid beam.

That tripping funky
mushroom hat
and bags of elfin toys
now where was it left
that rock was cleft
that opens just for women

Maybe out there
on acid too
a girl will think like me
and she will think it
grand to say,
"Let's head out
to the sea and sail like what you are
a buccaneer."
Kuvar Jan 2018
I have been to hell and I'm back
I wish salvation still got my back
As the judge sat here in Kamar's court
The fire was not hot that it hurt
Nor the flames wild blue to burn
Is it late to be born again or again born
My sin readily served as red hot pasta
that I reggae like an unwell Bob's rasta
I salivate for repentance but know it is late
My soul suffers my gone worldly gait
Hell is the beacon to this lie we call life
stab at my back my hand helped the knife  

Lord Jesus help me in this strife to make heaven.
Kuvar Nov 2017
For seven  hours I was dead
Dead in my Luxury lord's bed
I did not care of weather or bread
Life Lynchs me, she's  so rude

I turned left to the wrath of hell
I must tell you, hell is already here
My flesh cozy  but my soul yell
This is the earth that we do share

I had said Kamar is nothing but a myth
I am twice correct But today we meet
Call the priest who collects my tithe
Should I be blind after I paid for sight

The poor man, honey do pour
His healthy heart in tattered coat
The rich man, stings do pour
His thorny heart in costly coat

I stole from myself, the truth
For I am blind of the lamb birth
I chose the Golden crown of earth
For I am sightful of the lustful fruit

I woke up to the man in the mirror
Tears roll his eyes while I smile
Seven hours and it was lemon without fresh lime
Sour and bitter saint of the carcass in the mirror
If the needle eye will fit a camel., why so hard for the rich?
Gideon Mar 2016
God will not destroy the world
We'll destroy it long before he arrives
Y Jun 2015
We're mixing our races
Peaking what will help us survive
Bots are advancing till they take the future

We'll be long gone
Wrinkly decays nourishing tomorrow
Whatever that tomorrow is

We're a ticking time bomb
The next war will end with us all
Sometimes I wonder who will be left for the rapture?
I'm so freaking tired and sober

— The End —