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.

Join hands, sing praise to the false god
Donate your money to a bottomless bowl
And laugh when the puppet tells his jokes
Our father who art in riches
Hallowed be thy gold
Keep your poems and hymns of gore
A little ditty won’t keep Satan away

Caustic sunrise cries
Vanilla tears sliding
Through recreations blessing.
Cleavers fountain spilling jovial venom
Sprinkles of **** onto children’s tongues
Lap and lick and suckle
Smile as you die and be thankful
Because jesus love you very much.

Causality's crippling clutch grips. Cleaving at sanity. Drown in a world of vanilla but savour the flavour. Two by four eyes see all soaking you in benevolent gaze.
Marvel at the unhinged for they know the cost of truth.
Feed them toxic nutrition and beckon them forwards. They must embrace the whim of conformity.
Take sips child, drink too much and you’ll be too awake.
Tomatoes on unicorns and madness in prayer. Question the judge’s hammer
Are you ok?
Too much uncertainty these days. May the lord guide you in prayer.
Accept the communion of calamity
Drink the blood of betrayal.
Join the brotherhood of bedlam and behave accordingly.
Slice at your face and contort your joints please.
And for the love of god please be a good person.