Bless the Lord, O my soul.
O Lord my God, thou art
very great; thou art clothed with
honour and majesty.
2 Who coverest thyself with
light as with a garment: who
stretchest out the heavens like a
curtain:
3 Who layeth the beams of his
chambers in the waters: who
maketh the clouds his chariot:
who walketh upon the wings of
the wind:
4 Who maketh his angels
spirits; his ministers a flaming fire.
5 Who laid the foundations of
the earth, that it should not be
removed for ever.
6 Thou coveredst it with the
deep as with a garment: the
waters stood above the
mountains.
7 At thy rebuke they fled; at the
voice of thy thunder they hasted
away.
8 They go up by the mountains;
they go down by the valleys unto
the place which thou hast
founded for them.
9 Thou hast set a bound that
they may not pass over; that they
turn not again to cover the earth.
10 He sendeth the springs unto
the valleys, which run among  the
hills.
11 They give drink to every
beast of the field: the wild *****
quench their thirst.
12 By them shall the fowls of
the heaven have their habitation,
which sing among the branches.
13 He watereth the hills from his
chambers: the earth is satisfied
with the fruit of thy works.
14 He causeth the grass to grow
for the cattle, and herb for the
service of man: that he may bring
forth food out of the earth;
15 And wine that maketh glad
the heart of man, and oil to make
his face to shine, and bread which
strengtheneth man's heart.
16 The trees of the Lord are full
of sap; the cedars of Leb'-a-non,
which he hath planted;
17 Where the birds make their
nests: as for the stork, the fir trees
are her house.
18 The high hills are a refuge for
the wild goats; and the rocks for
the conies.
19 He appointed the moon for
seasons: the sun knoweth his
going down.
20 Thou makest darkness, and
it is night: wherein all the beasts
of the forest do creep forth.
21 The young lions roar after
their prey, and seek their meat
from God.
22 The sun ariseth, they gather
themselves together, and lay them
down in their dens.
23 Man goeth forth unto his
work and to his labour until the
evening.
24 O Lord, how manifold are
thy works! in wisdom hast thou
made them all: the earth is full of
thy riches.
25 So is this great and wide sea,
wherein are things creeping
innumerable, both small and great
beasts.
26 There go the ships: there is
that leviathan, whom thou hast
made to play therein.
27 These wait all upon thee;
that thou mayest give them their
meat in due season.
28 That thou givest them they
gather: thou openest thine hand,
they are filled with good.
29 Thou hidest thy face, they are
troubled: thou takest away their
breath, they die, and return to
their dust.
30 Thou sendest forth thy
spirit, they are created: and thou
renewest the face of the earth.
31 The glory of the Lord shall
endure for ever: the Lord shall
rejoice in his works.
32 He looketh on the earth, and
it trembleth: he toucheth the
hills, and they smoke.
33 I will sing unto the Lord as
long as I live: I will sing praise
to my God while I have my
being.
34 My meditation of him shall
be sweet: I will be glad in the
Lord.
35 Let the sinners be consumed
out of the earth, and let the
wicked be no more. Bless thou the
Lord, O my soul. Praise ye the
Lord.

i killed karma

2 shots: she gots
to my;…… blue eye;……
no lie;…….. not even high;……
this guy ?;….me girl?;…..
u wanna ****?
well fkl hell or heaven as well
leave me in limbo
im coming for u ***** HHAHAahahaha
i'd set u to fire
turned on by flames call me a lier
i wouldn't even waste spit to put you out
sitting back and watching u burn
******* on ya ashes just for a thrill

1 shot to my money
ding ding she had him on the ropes
but thats last years time of no hopes
but yeah thats loning forgotten
this ***** out to get me so fin raw
lemme let JQ show you how to *****

7 years bad luck or so they say
2 fkn mirrors broke that day
so KARMA *****? it seems like u have something  personal what u gotta say?
so come on then? come look me in these baby blue eyes
don't have time to play with ya ******* or a teddy
i despise everything u stand for you
***** ill **** you tonight, want to get in my way and dismay
everything you think, you think.
shot 2 waste my ink
across the walls floors and doors in a blink
come on then? right now?  already
your scales not balanced its top heavy
names johnny but you knew already?
youre not even real and your out to get me.
typical women made of myth and lies,
going steady steady with Quidie Quidie
yeah maybe baby happened already?
thought u were letting dreams and lies
i see your demise
not one to kiss and tell but karma?
im quiet the charmer
your momma, mother nature?
same time i date ya?
u both perg u say? HA
at the one and all creator
he def a yawll hater
to bad so sad
chilling with our daughters
watch em break aa waters.
rhymes with water *
*** sis on yous
just quid quid views


thanks for the **** today
blood and face tatts
yoh tooo ****
drib it dribt it crocked frogs at niiki
(Shot Kyle for that meme)
in  a minute
broootthhhheeeerrrrr
shoof a binnet
hows your
but LEB me not go there
(actually laughing for real at tis kak im typing now)


karma ***** im coming for u in the affair life
im gonna come for you with a knife
im coming for u with 50 broken phones
for a start? death by stones  
well ring ring
no one home
karma **** my ****
matter fact **** my **** with your mothers lips
**** not trying to be clever tho
not trying g to operate a threesom in cold weather ***
*** ***
im see u later homes or my carnies
my corona
your momma looking like a biscuit
maybe
kinda pammy lee
fkn snack to school boy johnny
thinkon
cough cough
corona *** covid
19?
im 32 imam drop it drib it
father time
loves lines
speeds his day
gives him a spine
weill i 1/8 leb
so i knock him dead
with 35 of my cousins
off with his head
dreaming of loving alice in wonderland
all day instead
show her other sides she doesn't know
some ladies clearly arnt hoes
karma and these ones tho
difference between morals and ethics
their brain……….. computing….
(did you say ***)
hahaha HA
HAH HAH HA
LIKE THE JOKER OR MAD AS A HATTER
from fish in the she to bugs in the air
your ***** blood karma
yeah i got on em
sorry men
Jq is year if the dragon
looking through the looking glass
or into the future with father time
alines world stuck in my mind
aint no getting out
bored as fk no phone to phone
or things to thing alice and i painted
roses and stuff
in a joy without a huff

haha i lost it
fk it toss it
***** recycle **** it
save the mafkna planet

fast or slow one day though
maybe 99 im getting in my coffin
hand on my ****
with my JQ trademark smirk
ha ha ha ha fk u
imma ****
off-to the next life
as idiotic as iccors
flying close to the sun
you bitchs wont get this pun
8 distinctions karma and u hoes always say
i was like fk it and took ****** and lsd before finals those days\
laugh laugh laugh
ha ha ha ha
funny funny funny
fact fact fact tho

yeah chase johnny he's fun=
F-kn
U-beliavable
N-nonsense

cut my head today badly. phone
actually just died wont charge
an and so much drama
clearly karma hates me
but imma smile
and keep smiling
told i must change today
fk if i change any more from who i was it would have o be into a women *****
fk it ill pat my own back
legit
pruod if u johnny
love josh

x

a drunk is not going to, suddenly,
think himself as anything,
other than a "before"...

         to integrate into a culture,
is to be governed by a bias,
or at least, to be,
alleviated by the bias,

   i came upon these isles
without a pior post-colonial
juidgement,
  but i'm sensing that,
that's what's required
to allow the shallow standards
of integration...

see, my position is far from
unique,
i don't actually dispose myself
to calm the nerves
of a northern transit of
    counter-arguments,
against the racists...

    am i here,
  solely to inherit this circus
of the current events?
can i just listen to the epitome
of the 1980s...
with simply red...
and not something akin
to the cure or
depeche mode?
  god, they were great,
in hyde park...
who? depeche mode...
beat aerosmith...
   two girls in company...
promis and...
  she's... she's....
            already married...
i remember talking to her
on d.m. via MSN...
her name...
                    not Alesha...
i'm pretty sure it began
with an A...
   no, Lebanon doesn't spawn
Alisons...
  ****! what was her name?
Braintree! ****...
that's a city in Essex...
   Ayisha...
                no... that's not it...
         she's Lebanese...
****...
                i can't remember her name,
a name that's,
           pop culture worth...
so much for Layla,
so much for Keileigh...
  so much for all the other
love songs...
                   ****!
now i have it!
            ALICIA...
               leb- alicia...
tender as a daffodil...
           ****! i managed to remember!

Alice in Woderland: *** C.I.A.,
  leb-
       eh...
  **** me...
i just planted a cherry tree....
i'm getting bitten on the non-existing
bite-markers compensation...
                 around the toes...
    there's a solo aspect
of rhythm guitar,
in the line of sight
of clapton...
    and i'm fiddling,
to find the proper jazz trumpet...
and a pawnbroker jew,
and...
       the "magic" celtic stone
of prayer to boot?

   well, that's me,
happy to be the fiddly drunk,
happy to be drunk,
  happy to not have
the sort of narrative that
might not allow,
someone having their life
ruined...    

               as i told one gilded crown
of patience and company:
you know, that i'll ruin you...
then? she drops out 4 sweethearts...
and i... luckily,
remained confined to making
company with shadows...

                i'd love to become bitter,
as i'd love, to also,
become prone to the waiting game,
lies, and the persistence of
covering up markers,
whether by foot or by hands,
or the items of hair of nails...

  n'ah...
i must prefer someone living a lie,
than outright stripping them
of the "decency" to conjure up
a throng outlet of lied to: people...
           some would claim:
i'm bitter happy...
  i'm the pristine, operatic example
              prone
of schadenfreude...
i abhor exercising my
canvas of emotion
   against the paint-brush of
                                 schadenfreude...
no point: in fact,
of slaughtering an animal:
if you're not going to eat it...

so i came across the english,
post-scriptum of the, empire...
i hear a voice from the north
diminish the per se existence pride...
and i'm like...
   all i have to inherit,
is a garden, in an out-suburbian
setting...
      what the **** have i inherited,
that the natives,
will not own up to?
                   am i supposed
to own up to their past history,
is history even being towed
to make a summary,
of next week's Monday?

          so i'm supposed to come
"clean" concerning
the Ukrainians,
the Lithuanians...
   or the fact that the "other"
commonwealth,
was non-existent, until about,
100 years ago?
  lucky me: there's no pride associated
with it...
   i just don't know what it feels
like, what it feels like,
belonging to a horde of shrapnel
individualists,
cosmopolitan...
             zombie-brains...

  you got me...
      i speak an acquired language of
a people i can't relate to outside
of London,
and i've inherited a language
of a people i can't relaste to,
beside "exile"...
   economic "war",
such a slow riddled theatre...
            
    i know the blame i'm supposed
to put on myself:
i will continue celebrating
my drinking excesses...
          but i will not...
suddenly, somehow...
       concentrate all this blame &
shake gaming,
for a pontius pilate diversion...
and allow...
the other side: the full pardon...
scot-free behaviour...

   i can take the blame i am allowanced...
but to... somehow...
walk away blameless?
    sure... prostitutes...
because i didn't feel like
being ****** over by
"spy dough in the oven"
dynamic of lying about
contraception...

          unless you're about to tell me
that s.t.d's are transmitted ******,
via slurping on
a warm slush-puppy of excess skin...
you tell me...
   i should have found myself
mildly entertained
by playing the roulette,
than ******* some russian hag.