All I see are demons in this apocalyptic season when everyone with a grievance pledges allegiance to those in agreement of fear of the opposition deserving paranoid treatment for a thing called collision.
I live in fear of their numbers I fear the heights of their hunger I fear they'll eternalize my slumber not wanting to go under I sit there and wonder how to tear asunder nightmarish hunters.
This thunderstick granted to me for my John Wick fantasy lays in my hands handily fingers hugging the trigger ignoring the touch of skin it makes me feel bigger than playing the violin.
I need guns because the other side has them trading players like they're Udonis Haslem feeling like the metallic version of Aslan because of the armament in my safe connecting me to my venom protecting me from the other's ways with a second **** in my denim.
I'm afraid of the angry mob to which I've globbed on pitchforks in hand fingers hugging the trigger of supply and demand the rich get richer.
Prophetic lies from the sacrilegious The flames of discord are barely reigned in Smiles and righteous eyes that fall upon The hatred simmers behind tight lines
"Holiness" transcends logic and reason It scars the land and shackles Lady Justice Faith is the rule Hope is the law
Freedom is blasphemous and a deadly sin My avarice for it is insatiale To be free of mind Free of thought Free of "sin"
To live is to sin To sin is to be free
So salvation be ****** Blasphemy fall upon my melancholic soul May the pious forever hold their peace So the decadent bloom and Lady Justice be free of her shackles The evangelical enslaved by their faith And the Lost Lambs roam free at last
Not everyone is of the same faith or belief and that is fine. However, we must all respect one another and the sanctity of their autonomy. Not everyone needs nor wants to be saved. Sometimes those "lost lambs" are perfectly happy and content.
compatriots, let your voices sing like an unchecked choir let words be the pitfalls your opposition face and in their fall from grace at attempts to smear you hold to each of them those things that endear you for a friend is but a stranger that met you on a good day with a bright disposition and an enemy is simply someone you've not really met yet
My world is different from yours Sir! In my world, There is ghosts , fairytale, magic, and fantasy . Imagination is dominating there -Sir- Yet, In your world, There is nothing but darkness, anxiety, and depression Loneliness is dominating there -Sir-
When we meet, My world vanishes slowly -Darkness coves the Light - Your are Darkening my world Sir! We are two opposites -Sir - Darkness and Light
Maybe I am just in love with love, But is that such a bad thing? If I want to find love, why can I not keep on believing? I may just love love, but surely when I am in love that is good. Surely to be with someone who loves love should be good enough.
I would love her the way I love to be in love, And still you say that this is wrong? Who are you to say that? What is it that you have you done? Who have you loved to say my love is not right? Who are you to tell me anything other than goodbye?
I do love love and I will love her until the end. I am in love with love; I will love her without pretend, Because she is love, so I do love love. On that you can depend. You can go ahead; you do your own mistakes this night. I'll create my own and you can keep on believing, That only you can be right.
What insight do you have to tell me what to do? Do I care? I love love so boo-hoo, I hope I scare you away from telling me what to do; How to love and what to say. I do what feels right; I say what I like. I love the only way I know how, I love love my way.
Our oppositions are subjective, yet we're subject to our opinions but differences deepened by developing diversity is false dominion, proving one thing to be true: Neither of us get the final rule. Human supremacy is a construct, freeing me to believe in a higher power outside of me and you...