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Joe davis Aug 2018
Faceing this world
All brused and blistered
Gripping my sword
My prayer never whispered

Beaten down
Before the masses
Thrown from town
Ill see its ashes

My day will come
The pain will end
Ill collect my sum
I have business to tend

Its coming soon
My stage right exit
Beyond the moon
To fast to check it
Joe davis Aug 2018
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before the birth of time and space
well after chaos ensued
Mathematics putting everything in place
the universe shapeless and crude

comes rime and reason
life and coherent thought
hate lies and treason
****** and destruction
Nurtured and taught

Beautiful and tragic
It may well be
To distract and  entertain
The powers-that-be

but it all comes together
like a puzzle made to fit
We connect are tether
and take another hit
Joe davis Aug 2018
To all of those
Who want to hear are listen

One is not the same
And the same
Could be different

Either way
Or neither one
We all must pay
With flesh not coin

Its the price we pay
To live in sin
Resist as you may
It will soon begin
Joe davis Jul 2018
In the conception
Of the unholy union
Through my perception
Mask by illusion

Comes the the master of lies
Grinning in nodding
Swarming with flies
Pointing in talking

He prays on the simple
Afraid and confused
They pray at his Temple
And pay to be abused
Joe davis Jun 2018
As I sit alone and listen
Praying for some rime or reason
I make it final mission
Still so hungry and freezing

You may be lost
But so am I
I paid the cost
With binds that tie

Who are you
To ask this of me
It haunts you too
I can plainly see

But it's your mess
You made with greed
I failed the test
Let the demons feed
Joe davis May 2018
back in the grime
you slip and hide
clutching for time
brains all fried

running on empty
paying for rain
far Beyond tipsy
the left side of sain

wicked and free
your life has been
till you meet me
I've seen your sin

Ravenous hunger
Rapid and foaming
invading your slumber
To invoke the atoning
Joe davis Apr 2018
I saw him again
out of the corner of my blind eye
struting never among men
making his very presents a lie

due to the laws of perception
I willed him into existence
despite my conviction
my mind holds reservation

did I imagine him
are could he have imagined me
reason proves to be growing slim
how could this be

as long as he dwells off to the left
I can let him make it
and be true to thi self
man it's time to quit
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