Alligators hide
Hungry under the surface
Stepping stones with teeth

I may be young
But I believe 16 years of experience is worth 16 stepping stones
To reach the expectations of society
And spit in the face of it

We are prey to the predators
Involved in a war of existence
Where we bleed tears
And cry blood
Functioning wrong
Because we are told we are never right

Validation we rarely receive is sweet they say

The predators

But how do we know when they

The predators

Sliced our tongues to hide our screams

Trouble is lurking from the parents that gift the children with what they want
In contrast to what the children need

My pen doubles as a society cleanser
Writing all the wrongs in all colored inks
Inspired by the beautiful equal people
And I take that sliced, beaten down wood
So I can shove it down their ******* throats

And I find peace under their tears
I craft it into a blanket
Yes, its cold
However, my body is warm from the scars of bullet shells, death stares, and unwanted opinions

A shameful balance

This is the face of god
Craven and loud, pay him his due.
He loves gold.
He smiles in silver. Shiny and metal.
Dig it up and serve it to him,
He put it there for you to find.
He does love hide and seek.
Taa – daa, surprise,
You owe him more money.

Poison reliquary to dammed Cardboard hearts
Seeing in black walk to the shade
Crimson hands cake an obsidian bible
But if you need me I’ll be there
The priest protests
Less fire more drowning
in water
Can you smell the **** of god?
Accept his unnatural communion.
Eat the paper skin
And drink the cheap corner shop wine
What a life. What a god.

Saviours **** skeletons
Praise the gods as they bless their holy sins
Sing and dance a merry lie
Dig up Jesus, he’s layed unquestioned for far too long.
How is your water and wine my lord
You ******* hypocrite!
See the chaos you’ve wrought you ******* husk of a man
Did washing feet help? Did it? You ******* Jew!
Let’s all go to Sunday mass. Go on, you created it you stigmata laden ****
Flail the holes in in your hands and toes you ginormous *******. Go on, up, down, shake it all about, do the okey pokey and you turn a ****, that’s what the prayers about.