waste your time
You must lay your last brick
Anger is my friend
As I feel this rage is setting in
my loneliness has now a friend
it grows until i cannot win
it grows until my hope is sin
the power comes not from within
the power comes but from your grin
the things it says does not make sense
the things it does it without hence
the rage is growing from your dense
the rage is rising around the fence
the joy is no longer now it’s here
the power is tall without your fear
the darkness grows until we hear
the darkness is yours now mine to steer
the pain was alone until it came
the pain felt right but not the same
welcome friend my angry son
welcome to your lonely home
you are here to stay and roam
to feed in my mind forever grown
the fields of life are dying slow
now you’re here they will not grow
for you my angry lonely friend
are mine to cherish again no win
darkness came to my mind
anger left it from behind
anger came to keep me free
or so it said when it left me
it will return to keep my glee
as i smile back to heavens tree
the blood runs true on angers back
as the knife of life is placed with tact
finally i am alone again
to win another day and defeat my friend
for it will return to keep my glee
but i wait that day with a new reprieve
skool of atheist
It was my first year of school
my was I the fool
I still laugh and think how cruel
but instead I'll think twice
and pretend it was nice
After all it was the school of Christ
The priest that had taught me
Gave me a crayon and fought me
To color inside of the lines
And when I questioned why
He looked at me so sly
"If you don't you WILL go to hell, don't cry"
I dried the tears and thought for a while
HE then hit me.....I gave in with a smile
"Priest , can you color in the lines?"
He replied "Of course I can"
"God will guide my hand"
and pulled out a crayon and tried
and when he was done
he looked far none
"God guided my hand and kept it from the overrun"
"That’s not so bad, you did not even blink"
"That’s not so bad for a man who cannot think"
For I have a mind of my own
I cannot help it if you lost your tone
For if God wants me to be
Whatever I want to be
He will give me the crayon and tell me to run
Small equals sin
He could not walk
Barely could he talk
But he knew the way
Escape his day
Longing for friends
No one saw him until the end
Said he is too small
Short...unknowing his fall
Arrogance gets us all
But he did stand tall
Four foot tall...
Don't pick him
Small equal’s sin
HE can never win
Short equals him
Short did he stand
Ever giving was his hand
Shun so did we
To he...
Now he will be
Alone...why can’t we see
What we did to he
Flight he cannot
Run...Why? there’s no plot
Crawl this he may
Short he won’t stay
For he will rise one day
Strike down with dismay
For remember the day
That we made his array
That short was his way
Eyes are blind with thee
Said he..
You could really never see
Said he...
The reason I am small
The reason I can’t fall
The reason you always flee
From me...
Now you will see
I was not on feet...but on bended knees
Fixing all...
For those who are small
You children..now you see
I was kneeling down to thee
Helping them for they don't see
What you see...
They have dignity...
They stand tall
You are small
I can’t fall
I help them all
Arrange you’re like
Step up...
remove your knife
Dig them up
From the ground you did bury
Pay attention
They are wary
Small they be
For you they see
For you they flee
For you they recede
For you they bleed
For you they heed
For you...
So you are small
Not I..I am tall
Took your place
So they won’t fall
Bells ring..
Ding..Ding..
Get them all
Your spawn now stands tall...
Revenge of the soldier
For how long, have you won the fight
And how wrong, has your life been white
For no song, can bring down your height
Your moves gone, as you lose hope at night
I remember, when you left me to die
Mid December, when the kids were so high
I was an ember, of the movement to fly
You clan member, searching for the dark one so sly
Now feel, my wrath as for you I do come
With steel, from the dark side of the dumb
It’s not real, you scream sucking your thumb
As you kneel, begging forgiveness of your slum
And now heed, as my sword enters deep
Your soul feeds, off my pain so discreet
As you bleed, your heart does skip a beat
For you plead, for your life to end with speed
I
laugh, as you die now with ease
On behalf, of the ones who cant squeeze
I draw a graph, of your way down to the trees
With no staff, no help now as you freeze
Cant please the devil
There’s no pleasing the Devil for he is dead
Shot in the face by one of his own men
The bullet was inscribed with the initials J.C.
Could this the janitor Juan Carlos's deed?
Hell no, pardon the pun forgive me
The time of death was 11:34 in the eve
The gun lay low still in the devils claw
Did the crazy son of a b1tch shoot out his own jaw?
I doubt that he would commit suicide
If he did he would have gone out with some more pride
Like taking out a school bus filled with Jehovah winners
Or running children over in a Mercedes with 22" spinners
So let me see what spells J.C.?
Could it possibly be the one who died for me?
I doubt that as his book says though won’t kill
But then again his speakers finger children till they spill
The verdict is up to you but don’t forget the robe
As you become the judge so crude and blame it on the globe
If it were up to me the obvious one with the initials J.C.
Jesus Christ killed the devil, what about the time you see?
11:34 is ironic for the devil to have fell
Flip the numbers upside down and it will surely spell h-e-l-l
Back for good
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Did you miss me? A question for you to ponder
Even if you said you did not you are a liar
The bad ones back and it’s you that I am after
Before you jump through some hoops to look better
Paint your nose red to end all illusions of laughter
Drive in your little car that shoots water from the bumper
And crash in the fire pit created by me the helter skelter
Did you miss the way I used to play with your mind
Ask you pointless questions in ever setting rhyme
Makes you wonder how I can be so good at telling lies
What rhymes with stupid? Look in the mirror see your demise
As you get tattoos of pointless things on your body
Wasting the talent of art you scream for a lobby
Except no one can hear you cry as the ink bleeds
Into your skin you are marked like a farmer does to his pig
Branded from life is this what you meant to do
Pointless ink can’t hide what its covering in you
Just as the numbers on the arms of all those harmless Jews
Marked to die your day will come as you kneel on the pew
Die for him for he died for us they said
Bunch of bullshit he committed suicide for what? the dead?
Gimme a break take the good book back to Disneyland
Tell Mickey Mouse to keep it locked with the Pirates of Caribbean
For he is much more a God to me
I can see his lies and deceit unlike the hero of creed
Glad you know who’s boss in this underworld
Better get a clue before you brand yourself in swirl
On the seventh day god created kryptonite
Adam and Eve is where we came
God created them in all their shame
As time went on God had to reframe
For what he created had no blame
The all mighty pondered a few
Then realized his creations had no flu
He sought out to sabotage them with a clue
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