Not Your Problem! You Say!

This will be a cautionary tale that I will endeavor to dispelled, accuracy! cause and effect, the psychosis from childhood neglect. This race for such a random rationale for reason I can't compile, difficulty wouldn't be, determining disturbance in what degree, the details! of a living hell. Ideas influenced by investigation's participation, the quality in those queries are…Read more Not Your Problem! You Say!

Prison Pain And The Insane

Tasting the better sweet fruits of fools crying over the gravity of life's pain, naively self-inflicted while seeking the riches in the forbidden gains, Reality becomes the task masters whip! that snap! before the crack! hell there's no way back. Drowning in the cesspool of this pity party order by thy own hand, surely the…Read more Prison Pain And The Insane

Arm Yourself

This call to arms has just begun the divine in his divinity that war is won. Dark disciplines among the disciples their indulgence keeps the devil delightful. The fundamental ritual rites of retribution humble! humane humility with proper execution. Returns purity in the pulpits with proper penance essential evidence in satisfying the people's grievance. Feeling…Read more Arm Yourself

Christmas Joy Add Death! And More

Let Christmas sing! the north star of David shining it's light on a malicious scene, the cast iron hearts of men, a beacon for the devil's hatred that's now leaching in. As the world watch the horror of black immigrants in Libya cream oh Silent Night. the callous hearts of men bucking the head winds…Read more Christmas Joy Add Death! And More

Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste

Would I be the figment in the folklore, oh fiery foolish fabricated fairy tale for feeble fascinations. The creative charisma in crisis cruelties, forces favors in the forgery of fiction, curse apprehension. Bizarre fallacy brews in mythical heroics, dreaded demon deeds at hand, some just call me bogeyman. Embrace allusion, even give it to the…Read more Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste

The Death Of A Dove

Enduring this clear crucial moment in time, oh crude intolerance you'll find, this obedient impulsiveness that is mine. Looking into a hostile heart of imprudence, within villainous shadows of ignorance, yes genuinely gifted, vile and then vindictive. Now looking upon the gentleness of her face, while still trying to hide my disgrace, the loathsomeness inside…Read more The Death Of A Dove