Many people wish to die
And I think I know why…

Why ‘cuz life’s just a shake
of the dice!
Gamble fortune!
Gamble faith!
Gamble health!
Gamble state!

Just don’t go a-gambling
for luck to sway, ‘cuz that’s
inviting a very, very
bad man to play

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I’ve read the words that
Made the world.
I’ve sang the psalms
That praised them.

Strung out lyric
Belted from infantile lips
Ever ignorant,
Ever innocent,
Of the abhorrent things
Done under
ritual, devotion,
& bliss

Here’s where seven people
hung themselves;

The first woman too fat
so she fell first, & fast
to the floor.  

The second too thin,
so struggled as the noose
writhed at her core

A rich man was on the
third knot..

The fourth was
disgustingly poor

The fifth & sixth
were a young couple
Victim to love’s
quarrel  

The seventh that
swung was a bizarre one,
the others saw it too…

On his face wasn’t regret
but a quiet reminiscence of
*** & sweat

Just the other day,
I got hit.
Head on collision;
By a train

And, uh, that’s not to
say. That I hate
this new state.
Y’know..uh, being
slain.

But funny thing,

Y’know
Just yesterday
Lady Fate rang…
Blubbering about
“Mistakes” &
It being “not too late”

But why did Fate
Cry?
Isn’t it in her name?
Shouldn’t she know?
That at the end of
the day…

I would rather just stay?

Oh!
don’t worry, honey.
i may play with
my sighs

but it doesn’t
mean, I’ll play
with dinner

Oh!
i might just
eat you alive
Without any fuss

so, may us,
lay beneath the
night’s ***** gleam  

Oh!
I can’t wait; for
That feeling of
My teeth sinking  

A man loses his
Judgment, when he
Hears no objection  

Oh!
Our Lord knows
No sinners, a true
First love: the cannibal’s
******

Minister! Minister!
Minister me!
Mister Minister,
Don’t forget about me!
Minister! Minister!
Minister me!
Listen! Listen!
Minister, please!
Minister! Minister!
All I’d like is some,
Munster cheese

oh, and could you also get the demons on
your way out please, thanks

This Old Woman
With wide eyes and,
Open soul

A closed mind,
Just a tad dull
And slow.

All in all,
I sit, I listen;
Her breath, her message.

She’s old, and  
I’m young
We talk the lot

Of newer conceptions,
And of things long,
Long, gone.

All in all,
Our hearts know
It’s the same Old Song.

I’m Heavenly Sighted,
strangled in
a temple
so divided.

Diagnosed my flesh
with an adequacy
always lacking.

& a soul gasping
prayers, that
are ‘neverminded’.

No, No, I won’t rest yet;
Best move on to go on
& get.
To go on
& on
& on.  
I’m running ‘round like
a dog without a bone.

Without reason,
Chasing for
something,
anything,
to become a
part of me.  
To make me whole.

I may have lost my
wit,
& worse my
soul.

As this pilgrimage, has
no end,
no real goal.

I reckon, I indulge
in myself too much,
& everyone else.
Bringing me at odds,
With life or,
whatever all
this **** is.

So, as a prayer,
or
maybe a plea,
Let this temperament
within me come to an end.
I do sincerely,
Wish for
a single
serenity.

No, no, I won’t rest yet;
tho’ I’m out of
breathe,
and I may burn
to less.

I’ll keep running.

Is it to remember?
Is it to forget?

my Christ is not,
yours.
and don’t you go,
confusing the two.
mixin’ Redemption and
cop-outs, like an addict
institutionalized;
looking
for their whorish fix.

my Christ, not,
your Christ
has embraced me like
a Father so fervent;
doting, devoted, delighted.
all this, even during
my most gross &
pornographic hours.


your Christ is not,
mine.
and don’t you go quoting
that verse,
about ‘Original Sin’,
or some ******* penitence



your Christ, not,
my Christ
is a vapid excuse for
a multi-generational blood feud,
a Non Causa Pro Causa,
for
your ****-cycling system,
Rooted so holistic
In **** and lies