23 NOV - Cute
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They like to be cute
Even tho they’re ugly..
They like to speak “truth”
Even tho it’s muddied..
Really, just to f-ck with
The idiots - the public
Silly, cuz I f-ck with
The idiots above them..
If you think that info
Is.. to think - that window’s
Darker with the shades up:
Aren’t you sick of fake suns?
Rightly, but
Unlikely cuz
Inspiration isn’t valued:
Revelation’s
Never made of
Information as “truth”..
Meanin that
Your dream of “facts”
Seems to have
A sleepin bag:
Demons hack
Dreams with “facts”:
Peter Pan’s
Evil dad..
You must embrace uncertainty
But base it in the the mercy he
Has hidden in
His images:
The faith in him is vertically
Not horizontal
Origami:
Shapes that give a courtesy
To morons wantin
Morbid monsters:
Hate for them is hurt received
Even tho it’s horsesh-t:
Demons know you hoard it
People don’t adore gifts:
Evil’s more important..
I am just the eagle
Flyin, but the beagles
Die to love the Beetles
Live, but it’s the sequel:
Dyin from their egos
High on dusty primo
Why is love unequal?
I am just it’s equal..
Why is what is peaceful
Violent once it needs to
Find another hero:
“Hi! I’ve come for Nero!”
You really wanna bow
On your knees - for the “news”?
Who’s getting God’s renown?
Honestly? You’re the “truth”:
The truth of the ease which
The rulers of evil
Prove with deceitful
Mule sittin people..
“Oh, carry me away..
Home.. bury me today!”
Go f-ck yourselves
Up in hell:
Prepare them for my rage..
My chariot is stained
With vicarious acclaim:
Why bury my disdain
When I’m married to the same?
My terrorists are trained
By weariness with fame
And fortune:
The Lord won:
Why’s arrogance insane?
Try heroin - or Cain:
Or method acting
Then get at me:
Americans? Or slaves?
Embarrassments? Or paid?
I’m here to win the race:
I’m fear, if any chase:
I’m clear, if any take
My stare as empty gaze..
I’m where the heavens place
My share of every rape
Of evil:
F-ckin gleeful:
My dare to every snake
Remains the same as always:
Gather all your friends:
Explain the pain they all face:
Rattle off their sins..
Then gather all your weapons
And bring your greatest force:
I’ll fracture all your necks with
The ring of favor’s sword..
As wrath descends
From that descendant:
Made in His f-ckin image:
Apple’s temptress
Hath no vengeance:
Mages, bitches- what’s the difference?
Bow before me:
Clowns before me..
Proud, before me:
Now before me..
I’ll be for me:
Crown, before me
Now rewarding:
Crowns adore me..
“Narratives”
Of arrogance
Face humiliation..
Share em with
Americans:
Slaves - who really ain’t then..
Land of the “free”:
Panders to disease..
I’m answering to me:
And magically you’ll bleed..
And rather than retreat:
Advance, and cram defeat
Up the rectum
Of the nexus
Of chance, at Antietam..
Too bad: You can’t beat who
Too laughs: You can seek to..
Whose wrath fuels the freedom
You gas thru deceit’s lungs?
