#apocrypha
Prepared for the spiritual war,
Run through the game as a wild boar,
Haters mad cuz they can't ignore ,
I just take a pinch of the **** to soar,
Over your mind, these days it's so easy to grind,
Distracted the world, confused these days is the boys and the girls,
Tryna shape our own ideas,
No love to our past peers, no one sheds a tear,
Over the innocent, only to the evilness, that's leaves no repent,
Blood coats with red cloaks,
When I extend my rhymes you see fire when I spoke,
Feel like Jesus after the third day he woke,
Non recognizable,
cats is disgusting to you,
Mad you,
broke from the illusion around you,
Shock like Pikachu, gats is firing at you,
Til ya soul is gone and body is blue,
Repeat history Bible theatre,
Caesar tactics,
React quick, when they see the scriptures lit,
Up swarms of tornados dancing in fire,
Like Elijah my hands raised high much higher,
Laughter comes before the disaster,
Sodom-Gomorrah mastered, the days of wickedry,
Poetry sitting with the best of best poetries,
Somethin' like Ghetto Speare, but ain't no room for growth here,
Alien baby,
Reptiles livin' amongst us
Just us daily,
Ick with the itchiness, wisdom used as my richness,
Only to the holy Torahs I invest, it's my natural conquest,
Behold the pale horse, riding with seven crowns,
Live from Htown, to any town near somewhere down town,
Can't escape the thundering grounds,
The beast these days lays in the seas,
North East breeze,
Leviathan is a She and not a He, the ***** is just awaiting for birth,
But the key is tucked far away for what it's worth,
They scared to cross the Ice Walls, holding my *****
Don't talk what I don't know from my maw,
We in the end times, but folks ain't keep up to the time,
Rewind, back to the days when everyone was fine,
Marks of a skin tanner, hulkin' ya like Banner,
I broke loose from the universal taggin' scanner, what
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 1:50 PM UTC
jesus and judas kissed in the garden
moments before the world caved in.
the gospel of judas says that
the betrayer was the most loved of all disciples,
that jesus took him aside and
taught him touched him laughed.
there are two sides to canon, history, myth:
someone somewhere at sometime
wanted a better story,
where the betrayer was held close
and favored, forgiven—
but the gospels all end the same.
the son is strung up for someone else's sins
as judas wastes alone in the garden.
intention is a matter of interpretation
but what is silver worth, really?
metaphor disintegrates
and you come to me in my dreams.
to love you after all of this
is apocryphal— tempting yet untrustworthy.
you're not judas,
i'm just a mortal man,
and there is no gnosis, no hidden knowledge,
only apocalyptic revelations now.
the world is irrevocable, just born.
i miss you in the same way
jesus met judas' eyes on the cross.
somewhere in a field of blood
or a forgotten library buried under the earth,
there is a better story.
over time only becoming more unknowable,
hopeful fragments turning to dust
in trembling hands.
Nov 16, 2022
Nov 16, 2022 at 11:48 PM UTC