Soul afflictions
Abasing views
Tainting quests
Avoiding realism into
Non negotiable refunds
Imposters of acceptance
Smashing other beliefs into oblivion
Advents fueled with self righteous agendas
Martyrs amongst themselves
Enthralling followers
Teaching lessons of chaos
Advancing beyond the holy lands
Perishing other beliefs
Heretic haters ruling the world
Oblivious minds surrender
Relishing in their own hatred and fear
JDS2
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
It only hurts when I don't laugh, But I laugh anyways
Is in a relationship with himself
But it’s complicated
Was told there were plenty of fish in the ocean
But when I found them
There was a nuclear reactor near by
An oil spill
And a hurricane, My oh my
Then my own space was flooded
With “hey baby” “You are sexy”
And then I got type 3 sugar diabetes
From the sugary hell, The logics that smelled
And here you have a crackhead rendition
Of Adam and Eve
Now I am going “yahoo”
And the succubuses with phantom crushes
Have been sharpening their teeth
From here but now there
And a partridge and a pair tree
Money to them tends to grow on disease
It’s all funny to me
Mad but in a good way
I need to be entertained
So this just does that
In my time of need
Laughing on
A chariot of my own
Made of funny bones
And hope and dreams
Glees & my eventual lead
Now I’m out of this mad world
Will be back soon
Awaiting silver tongues
With rusty spoons
Dancing the night away
I’m not tall dark and handsome
But short real and sweet
But you can eat me up
Because I am nutritious
And part of a balanced breakfast
No I have not gone mad
I feel happy as I could ever be
But it’s complicated
Was told there were plenty of fish in the ocean
But when I found them
There was a nuclear reactor near by
An oil spill
And a hurricane, My oh my
Then my own space was flooded
With “hey baby” “You are sexy”
And then I got type 3 sugar diabetes
From the sugary hell, The logics that smelled
And here you have a crackhead rendition
Of Adam and Eve
Now I am going “yahoo”
And the succubuses with phantom crushes
Have been sharpening their teeth
From here but now there
And a partridge and a pair tree
Money to them tends to grow on disease
It’s all funny to me
Mad but in a good way
I need to be entertained
So this just does that
In my time of need
Laughing on
A chariot of my own
Made of funny bones
And hope and dreams
Glees & my eventual lead
Now I’m out of this mad world
Will be back soon
Awaiting silver tongues
With rusty spoons
Dancing the night away
I’m not tall dark and handsome
But short real and sweet
But you can eat me up
Because I am nutritious
And part of a balanced breakfast
No I have not gone mad
I feel happy as I could ever be
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