Will it be this hour? In a day? Or in a week?  
One thing that is for ******, the future’s looking bleak  
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Catastrophe and Ciaos, are so very near  
The World situation…cry and shake with fear  
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Listen to our leaders. Ha! Politicians ****** and Liars  
Coming soon is their reward, for them eternal fires  
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An “Event” is planed is planed, by the New World Order  
Death Destruction Pain and Woe, Ciaos and Disorder  
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We need a Shining Savior! A leader of the World!
He is coming, he is coming, his flag will be unfurled  
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There he is! There he is! Across the River Styx  
Follow him! Bow down to him, his name is six-six-six

The Hegelian Dialectic, sounds so lofty and so fine
It's what ISIS was created for, a problem by design
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The solution was to be, al-Assad would go away
Through ciaos clamor War! A commotion and a fray
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But according to O's plan, things did go awry
Basher al-Assad, from the North has an ally
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Upon the stage appears, a man no amateur
The bane of O, bane of O, his name is Vladimir

Rocks from the gravel road jab through my converse
As I do figure 8s through fields of black eyed Susan’s and purple flowers whose names I do not know
My eyes meet dark forests full of old trash
Beer cans and water bottles
Or they witness bees butterflies and dragonflies
It’s these moments that make me understand this music even more
Because in my mind it produces pictures of wheat fields and Pacific Northwestern forests
Montana mountains and maybe a ship just barely on the horizon
It’s these moments I exist outside of ideology and struggle
Outside of theory and praxis
Bushes instead of barricades
Grass brushing against my feet instead of city concrete
It reminds me of other songs
Of old Kentucky Anarchists
Of bread and roses
I am always so hesitant to leave these fields and forests
Because while I’m there I don’t have to say a thing to or for anyone
I don’t have anywhere to be except there
And no one to impress or disappoint
So I trade my Bella Ciaos for “3 a.m.”s
Freedom in theory for freedom in actuality
No matter how fleeting
And then
When I feel the time is right
I simply go back home

September's going to come, but is it going to go?
Is this the month Doom? Of Ciaos Pain and Woe?
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A few more weeks a few more days, will Prophecy come true?
Death and Devastation, for both the Gentile and the Jew
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On the Isle of Patmos, a vision John did see
The Risen Lord did show him, what will shortly come to be
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Seven Seals Seven Trumpets, Seven Vials of WRATH
Will break upon your head...not the primrose path

Four riders mount their horses, they are pawing at the ground  
They are snorting snorts of FIRE, they scarcely can be bound  
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What is it that binds them? The Seals upon the Scroll  
First one is soon to break…welcome to Seoul  
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What will happen next, was written long ago  
Seven years, seven years; of ciaos pain and woe  
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Did you read the Bible? Pay one **** bit of heed?  
Like Hell you did! Like Hell you did! So continue in your greed  
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You will burn, you will burn, you will burn in Hell  
You were warned and warned, you should have learned and learned **** well

As time goes on I wonder, will this ever end?
The ciaos and commotion, and the doom that does impend
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But I know the answer, this world will not go on
I read it in the Bible, it was written by Saint John
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He was on the isle of Patmos, and had a vision very dire
About the end of days, how the earth will be on fire
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God Almighty came to him, commanded him to write
What he saw write down, how the world He’s going to smite
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He was shown a vision, a vision of a *****
A woman dressed in scarlet, that causes all the war
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A High Priest she does have, in the city Rome
There he prays to Baal, beneath a golden dome

By: Cedric McClester

You’re just a messenger?
So is the devil
And now we see
You’ve stooped to his level
Instances of which I speak
Are more than several
Connected as it were
Just like a bevel

You’re just a messenger?
What’s the message
Old time racism
At it’s last vestige
Now you’re asking for
Protesters to be arrested
For causing the ciaos
In which you’ve invested

You’re just a messenger?
Or so you say
Causing more mischief
Almost everyday
And you won’t let morality
Get in your way
Cuz you always must
Have the last say

You’re just a messenger?
One would assume
That you’re committed to
Causing our doom
You’re  a bomb thrower
Waiting for the boom
For the good it will do you
Inside of your tomb



Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.

We thing of it so humble
it is true stability
all we want is for everyone to get along  

But our egos and our beliefs always come first
we are a stubborn kind we are mundane
so for that we are cursed with forever ciaos

One Hour it will last, I speak of WW3 [1]
One Hour of DESTRUCTION, without sympathy

This Hour brings Destruction, Ciaos Death and Doom
Agony Remorse, Anguish Pain and Gloom [2]

Don't say you weren't warned, you read this and you mock
The world will watch you burn, ALL will at you gawk

[1] Rev 18:17&19
[2] Jer 50:40

One weekend passes,
I attend my classes,
But there's one realization,
That without hesitation,
I am a better man than I was.
A happier man than I was,
For I conquered my first,
Heart break.

Now off to party yo.
So I won't be writing
As much.

Ciaos.

Cya lovely folks around.

I'll still read so if you
Message me I'll still
Respond.