No Refund No Returns

Say you will when you won’t better still if you don’t,  never intend to breed contempt never once will you be exempted    Hearing the cries of mamas and babies fearing your lies you’ll only say maybe, in predawn just before the light why does the truth always bid you good night.   The lost…Read more No Refund No Returns

Life Lived In Sin Payment Begins

Come home my child I have been waiting on thee Silences breed contempt among the discontented let me be clear compassion falls on a deaf ear. When anger presents its aim to never relent the spreading of fear, hates intent is always clear. The views from the mountaintop will never go for not If the goodwill of…Read more Life Lived In Sin Payment Begins

Life Was Bleak Said The Twitter Tweet

There are no doubts how quickly we'll tune out or zoom in while being consumed from within. When the truth becomes stranger than fiction add your pain pill addiction, reality! in submission.   By the code of truth or dare hell, no one really cares drunk or stone drowning in fear, your crises was clear. Yo!…Read more Life Was Bleak Said The Twitter Tweet

The Lord Lost Is Your Only Cost

  Sunlight penetrates across the sky a mother's smile the child knows why. When shadows spring forth from distortion creatures! ugly features from this contortion. The last vestiges of our past those grains of sand through the hourglass. So what's in a deed it's feast or bleed whether you try or cry comes the day…Read more The Lord Lost Is Your Only Cost

The Cry Of The Crow

The cruelty of crisis crows fanciful fairy tales and foes thy impulse! imaginary illusions improvised conclusions. The dramatic deeds dreading detection in my reflections familiar myths mask confusion my unfounded resolution. My nemesis narrations, oracle distorting stable foundations a poisonous plot, conspirators draw lots! delusional I'm not. In awe of the beauty in this beast…Read more The Cry Of The Crow

Death Repeats Predator Seeking Meat

Can you hear the signature shrills of the sacrificed those pronounce squeals in their last moments of stifle. A repertoire of repetitive pleadings resonating in chills my indifferent to proclamations of innocence when I kill   Rubbish rouse of rhetoric smacks of self-serving squawk a predator I must stalk, my taste for blood I never…Read more Death Repeats Predator Seeking Meat

Your Task Who’s Face is Under The Mask

Peeled clean beneath the mask you wear your wicked spirit rejecting your minds hold on your chosen reality, still undaunted by this confusion concealed by your lack of morality Descending into the blighted reaches of humanity lay your rancid heart picking at the scabs of a rotting soul, feel thy sting in the bitter cold.  …Read more Your Task Who’s Face is Under The Mask