a propensity for death.
a propensity for love.
a propensity for violence.
all of which connect to one another
without anyone noticing.
chaos brings death —
chaos brings love —
chaos comes from violence.
behaviors unpredictable,
having come from a certain purpose.

Born at night by the discarded mom
Loving and caring life was good
My brother and sister fun abound
Until the day that man came around

Eyes bright seen the light
Eyes red that man beat my head
Eyes filled with hate is this my fate
Eyes go grey he has nothing to say
Eyes no sight he made made fight

New life with the man of pain
Running for hours I don't feel sane
Pull on the rope makes me strong
Hit me and beat me I wish to belong

Eyes bright seen the light
Eyes red that man beat my head
Eyes filled with hate is this my fate
Eyes go grey he has nothing to say
Eyes no sight he made me fight

Teach me to **** with out a care
Throw me a cat or dog, hate
Maybe after the fight, love
Into the pit this is findly it

Eyes bright seen the light
Eyes red that man beat my head
Eyes filled with hate is this my fate
Eyes go grey he has nothing to say
Eyes no sight he made me fight

He grabbed at my head I tore off his ear
We fought in the pit as they cheered
As we fight it soon becomes clear
Lost, look of disgust, my end is near

Eyes bright seen the light
Eyes red that man beat my head
Eyes filled with hate is this my fate
Eyes go grey he has nothing to say
Eyes no sight he made me fight

Who is born just to hate
What did I spill my blood for
When I lost I was thrown away
Why did my life have to be this way

Eyes bright seen the light
Eyes red that man beat my head
Eyes filled with hate is this my fate
Eyes go grey he has nothing to say
Eyes no sight he made me fight

Being loved was not meant for me
Death of a fighting dog
Love I hardly remember
Death of a fighting dog
Pain, hate, **** or be killed is what he wanted
Death of a fighting dog

Written by Victor Timmons

head for
the jeeps

i'm scrambling and
crawling through
bushes over the
sand dunes

head for
the jeeps

just in front of me
a potato masher
detonates and both
the jeeps explode

head for
the jeeps and
if you don't
make it try
for the half
track on the hill

but before i
reach the half
track they've got
me surrounded

and i'm alone
with the enemy

in war there
are only winners
losers
and prisoners.

Falling in half love
With everyone I meet,
Scared to go in past my feet.
Afraid to open up
Hesitant to divulge feelings
That hang as painful cliches
But hurt just the same
as if they were open wounds
the salty sting, the frantic "ooh"
I love that blood is blue before it hits the air
My skin was fair before you hit me, I hadn't seen that shade of blue,
but it came in different waves, different shapes too.
I still wonder what healing is like for you.

Or if you even had to.

You never had to heal,
never broke,
never choked on your own tears
begging for one more chance to prove yourself to me,
you would never bleed

I cultivated the land
Make offerings of grass to god
No reward from above
My brother gives him a lamb
Receives holly reward
Abel come to field I have something for you

Violence is rampant
Media highlights deaths
Killers makes history
Fingers are pointed
Desensitized people
This is our culture of violence

Rise up against me
Talk out of place
I will destroy you, your family, your place
You are just 1 more impaled
I take pleasure from you pain
80000 dead Viad rules you

Violence is rampant
Media highlights deaths
Killers makes history
Fingers are pointed
Desensitized people
This is our culture of violence

Take them from their land
Whip them make them your own
I am your master sitting on a throne
Thousands will die to see the light
Mr. Lincoln slavery is our right
Your blood is needed time to fight

Violence is rampant
Media highlights deaths
Killers makes history
Fingers are pointed
Desensitized people
This is our culture of violence

Now go and shoot up the schools
**** innocent children
Lets look at the problem
Violence has been normalized
Indifference to death
Shots ring out, who cares, one more is dead

Violence is rampant
Media highlights deaths
Killers makes history
Fingers are pointed
Desensitized people
This is our culture of violence

Stop all the killings
This is our culture of violence

Stop all the killings
This is our culture of violence

Stop all the killings
This is our culture of violence
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Written By Victor Timmons

people are nice
i suppose this must be true
people are nice
yet i am never sure why they do
such nasty things, condone acts of silence
hold on to their faith as society is pushed in the ground
maybe i am prejudiced and not able to see
the strength they hold by holding onto their dreams

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i know the world is ending,
time is happening all at once
i can feel my past in my heart
and the future in my bones
so why does it hurt to think
of the present as the past
why does it ache to know
the future will not last
why does it sting
when the present is happening
when i know in the future
it doesn't really matter

i know i should sleep
but the future doesn't foresee it
and my past doesn't behold it
and my present can't control it
when i tell myself to fold
to fade into the world
i can't let myself go

i know the end is coming
yet i am being pulled in opposite directions
one step into the shadows
one step into the light
one heart on this planet
one far out of sight

The fires have razed the city
Pitchforks, picketers and angry mobs
Marching through rubble, the dust hasn't settled

The whispers ask so many questions
How? Why? What?
But this storm is done talking.
They shouted from the bottoms of hell
They shouted as every ear turned deaf
Words of peace, words of want, words of need
This fiery inferno is words of the unheard
The violent night of the voiceless has begun

The fires have razed the city
Pitchforks, picketers and angry mobs
Marching through rubble, the dust hasn't settled

She stands across these past few months like staring down a calm ocean. Her thoughts are completely empty and she's wondering how did I ever make it out alive? Sinking to the bottom is my everything, my lingerie, and our photographs. Everything is a coldness she can't shake. Lightening crashes and her love was swallowed by the sea. It was too late to get out, and all she knew was this war for months, malnourished, lips cracked, eyes bloodshot as everything drowned. And then the silence. And the crystal clear mirror that was the ocean made her look very hard at how that ship sank. The bruises and the screams are stories too difficult to tell. She only tried to reach land by bearing through it, not really believing she'd actually make it, that she'd actually be here, that she'd actually be staring at the shipwrecked man. He lay like handsome prince charming in the sand, and for the tiniest moment, it was all not true. They still trusted each other and the sirens were leagues under the sea.

So if you're gonna put a ******* gun to my head, put a gun to my head. I'd understand why you'd feel the need to do it. And if it's money you want, I keep cash in my socks.
        So take my jewelry. Come to my house, the doors aren't locked so you can ******* rob me. I'd take my arm off and hand it to you if you wanted it badly. You can use force or you can take it gently. And If you want to **** me for it, go ahead and **** me. I don't need anything more than you do. Be a parasite, take my food. Cut my bag open, spill the contents. You can have whatever's in my pockets. Be a vandal, defile me. Be a thief, steal my identity. You can ask or you can just take it. I'm unimportant, but take my soul if you think it's worth it.

Thou must deny thy power
To enlighten hearts, they're pure
What thou should behold
Is thy help to stay that bold

Hath thou ever believed in chastity?
Then it hath been too late to be
When thou dissed grieves in levity
It is better not to forget history

Legions, armors, protections, sieges
War bugles, tear drops, bloodshed
Orphans, widows, maniacs, cages
Rapists, religions, trials, are been led

Until no white flags are raised
Immobile fingers and legs scatter
In the dirt by swords ablazed
Wish doves with mint leaves matter