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Jelly beansred beans
make a scene
good burger Kelly
too many jelly beans
make madea scream
Man that's just mean
lucky green like larry bird
dang you perv!
lots of cool things
like NBA rings?
Tuxedo bean butler?
...Even jay cutler
eat the plate
Racially Outgunneda deadly thing
sometimes the scariest thing is the most unforeseen
a nightmarish land
near candy land
but aint sugar i'm tastin
this is sugar free
man don't play with me
Malcolm got two guns
and wear his And ones
then he says
back up on the broke backs
pick the slacks
you can't be a man
looking like that
non crucifying black
three KKK's equal a thumbtack
compared to the note I nail to the walls
of a stall
in the mall
near Proc cause he aint got no balls
I've escalated to the time of the kings
got a dynasty
like a Kay diamond ring with the Portuguese
two crackers crying equals a sound so loud to wake up the cows in Kansas
near all those faggots is just one man named Bush
Aretha Franklin can't handle his bush
see I can be a dick so pleas
phone: e suck it YMCA
I will be okay
I am a BAMF
yes man I am a BAMF
for a retard this means
your a whore bag
(no please don't say that)
why I can't say that?
Makei mutal (A Prayer)I remember my death clearly
with the moon laughing in my face
and the wolves mourning my loss
the girl stood over my form
something I have heard often
part as friends
i could not hear the rest
as my ears failed
the brief yet terrible pause of my heart stopping
then the pain departed
which is to say my poor soul was cast helplessly
into the tunnel of life that the living call death
a man known as time
stood before a great door
carved with ancient letters of Death
he spoke to me saying
"you who are now cast from the earth
fatally bearing the mark of the Reaper
for the Reaper watches over his dead
a right given from the heavens
that no good spirit of God nor man enter
these gates of eternity
transcendent of even my powers can only house the mortal souls
and the demons to be sent below
may your life of sin and pleasure
be paid of the fruit of your soul"
the gates was a sentence
to the rooms of that which was named Acroboplis
meaning end o
GuiltI'm becoming them
something that I thought I'd never be
fighting surrounded by demons as it may be
I didn't expect the change
I couldn't let go of the past
and the demons manifested themselves to the point
where I didn't realize that I wasn't fighting anymore
i was helping
i found myself disorientated
adrift on the sea of blood
without motion or emotion
forgetting what I once knew was truth and not comprehending
what I once believed has now become my unbelief
I wish I could bask in heaven's light once more
but that be too lofty a goal
for I am buried deep under the earth
'tis nothing remaining except dust, bones, and ashes
lo this wretched soul
condemn to the hellfire
oh for one more day with the king
and she saidyou know you tear me to pieces
but I still say I love you
i don't know why
things have just been so crazy
and she said no
it won't work
we can't work
she says that I'm not for her
but she is the only one for me
back to ground zero
you can pack your bags but I won't let it go
and I say thank you for your time
and she said your welcome
like I was a man on the street
like she bought me me for cheap
so I cried
and I cried
then I cried
cause I cried and cried for you
so I cried
and I dried
the tears from my eyes
and I let you go
then I heard the phone ring then I heard your voice
and you wanted me back
girl I'm done with you
don't call me again
cause I'm through
and she said no
said she had no where to go
and then I brought her home
but it wasn't the same
ha ha my laugh wasn't the same
I couldn't restart my hear to get it beating for you ever again
sorry you left me
sorry you broke me apart
thank you for your time
I said thank you for your time
thank you for the time
The last dawn of Davayon Gadien(In his last years and commander of the Arcterian army, the Sadeoin horde mounted a final rush to capture the Arcterian state of Rien in the west. Davayon Gadien stands over the ridge of the Rienin mountain, the highest peak in the state and watches the overwhelming force amass around the border. His army of 600,000 were outnumber 18 to 1. The battle saved the state though, bitterly it cost Davayon his life. He died two days after the battle, buried at the top of the mountain, above approx. 20,000 of his men. This is the message he gave his men moments before the attack.)
what shall I say to you then? What words must I ramble out to make you save this state? I am but a mere man, strong in my beliefs, but I fear that this may be my last stand. Vastly outnumbered? Yes. Do we leave the odds to fate at the brink of human life? Should I sacrifice the souls of the future for a petty wish and a lack of resolve? Nay.
If one man shall save his own life, instead of the life of his brot
Trippin over youguess what this is
it's a message to the people
who think trippin is just about where meth is
for people who choose a past over a future
you say I don't care
that's not fair
because no matter what you think
we all belong there
stuck in the memories
living with the souls who saw me for me
and I am trippin
I can't think of a day that passes by
without wanting you next me
would trade all of the rest of my life to be with you
if I had another chance
I would take it
to sacrifice so you could make it worth it
i can't even move past it
going through hoops to make that every day is a
hey fear back up off me
it's the only thing between you and me and us
so I trust that my life wasn't a waste
I'm so glad that you could taste mine
before going on to perform in the place where angel are born
Outta sight outta mind
before I know you have taken all of my time's up
want you to see me for who I was
and not this other me
before I show you this
I need you to be true
led to lethal attraction
with a static cling
like death's sting
with the most love
all we are
are people with dreams
what do that mean
don't fall for the fake
because your ink is in your mind
you can write your own story fine
even times two chapters
and three revisions
doing simple math
multiples and divisions
watch your own back
cause it don't matter about being white or black
a weak friend is just a reluctant enemy
using all their power to take your energies
haters gonna hate child
so make your moves spicy
this is wisdom
don't be so young
so you don't get it
before pickin one
look at two
when you next to three
look to me
ask those questions
I don't mind
we have a connection
take wisdom from yours to mine
JustWho would believe I'm finally here
money in my pocket phone on my ear
it could be better or worse
still getting here hurts
saw a dude like me not make it
trying fake it
or they're lives just trying to take it
said success is over rated
like that chick you dated
until she fainted
life isn't for me
and my life isn't living for you
so do what you do
I do what I can to keep you alive too
just stay on stage
the play aint over
One tear... dearly spent. (Act-I)
I see their faces, they, the unloved ones, dry eyes, no smiles, just a stark and desperate gaze, bereaved of care, hope, love.
Each little face gazing bleakly on through the fractured glass of a picture frame, but not at me...
I lay it down, gently. For I'll find no comfort in it, only remnant shards of a forgotten memory, one soon to pass with me long into the halls of eternity.
This the equal sum of all my years. One just memory, fare earned, bought at a fair price, one of ill deeds and a blackened soul.
I feel pain, for myself, for this world, for the last time. Also fear, so real to me now, that he, this dark loathsome one, would leave me behind.
Unwanted as unworthy, to remain here, a fool in purgatory.
The cold now grips me as if embraced by it, just as a mother would an inconsolable child.
I look into the deepest dark, and ask him. "What is Hell like?" He took no notice, and ask me for the time.
But his question went unanswered, for the
PetrichorI walk without an errand for the mind.
I must be homeless.
Neighboring enclaves separate our spaces,
belie their builders’ mirthless exhaustion.
Not even necessity can be blamed
for these mud-struck, brittle gourds,
these quick nests of vasculous organs
pulsing with their peculiar tyrannies,
briefly scuttling from their hovels
like sun refugees
darting into gleaming storefronts
waffled in concrete misery
all to forestall the end of their souls.
Where can we go when we only want to breathe?
Sitting in a park bench,
trillion-visioned, crowned with galaxies,
I can rest my weary invention.
I sense the weight of an unseen player,
a secret stratagem
as she moves her piece into the glade.
I’m set in place, yet unopposed.
Uncombined with lovers, children,
the slow parade of trees and heat,
I lay beside these stalwarts,
at once, still and hurtling
throughout the travesty of time.
I assemble a cumulus intelligence
near the playground,
threatening Summer with three days
EnchantedA golden apple tang
Heralds summer's brightest fire
But I prefer to amble in
In the darkest corners
There are no haunted whispers
And only caramel shadows
Transfer daylight's memories
For unto me the stars
Snapping leaves leading moonlight
Are not my coldest lonely hour
But a renewal of soul
Desperate for YouDay by day
Block by block
Tree by tree
Tear by tear
Day by day
Trials and temptation at my door
As the grass grows in the world
My soul being put to the test
Day by day
Every hour and every second
Realizes that I am desperate for the Lord
For the Lord to hold me from falling
Lord, I'm desperate for You
My heart tears and wears from a lack of Your wisdom
I thirst and hunger for You
Lord, You hear my cries and You know that I am desperate for more of You
Lord, You are the only who fills my lungs with air
Lord, You are the only that speaks words into my mouth
Lord, You are the only one that makes my heart beat louder than drums
I'm desperate for more of You; Lord, I'm desperate for You
Teach me Lord to worship You with all that I am on my knees
To depend on You and have Your way in every part of my life
Lord, I am desperate for more of Your love
Lord, I am desperate for more of You in my life
You are the only one that will last forever
You are the only one that will love forever
You are t
Damaris: Foreign GodWhat is this message that you bring,
what is this "good news" that you preach?
Who is this strange God from afar -
and what should it matter to me?
We are Greeks - we have our gods,
more gods than you.
What's a foreign god to me?
Your story's nice -
but what's it to me?
But you say
was always there,
even when I did not see Him.
has always cared
for all the world
even though we did not know it -
for this God
is the creator
and all mankind is his -
is the sustainer,
who provides for all that is.
This is no foreign God
but the one true God of all -
and that's why it matters to me.
is the one who made me.
is the one who knew me
before I even knew myself.
cares not only for one people -
for all the peoples on earth are His.
In Him we live,
in Him we move,
in Him we have our being -
is the true God
hauras (fragments)English version below
kastepisara kielon luomessa
peitteesi lehden suojassa
heräsit unestamme aamuun
in a dream,
a dewdrop on a petal
in the shadow of your leaves
you awoke from our dream
a new morning
your tears and i to mist;
yesterday to oblivion.
Soul of fire;
Yet always the same.
Shall I write to thee
On this hot summer day,
While I wait for the paint to dry?
Who so many fear and loathe
To the very last day that they live.
Who so effortlessly stole my heart
Before I knew I had one to give.
Parent of monsters;
A term so subjective,
As you and I know
So very well.
Shall you smile again
In the face of adversity,
And every wound and weakness belie?
As you do,
By telling naught but truth.
As you must,
To frail sensitivities soothe.
You are not,
Though you'll pretend to it
You can be,
Upon no terms but your own,
Free and untameable spirit;
You belong to none
Yet, for better or worse,
To any and everyone else.
Psychedelia Dementia.Yellow night,
this alien world is so bright,
there is no darkness here only glorious light.
The grass is red and gold,
and the trees are shades of purple,
I feel this world is old,
in the distant there are mountains of silver and marble.
With every breath I take,
with an easy pace I make,
every step takes me closer to a lake,
am I dreaming or am I awake?
The lake is liquid glass,
sparkling crystalline gas,
lightning trapped underneath,
beats with a rhythm of a heart!
And as I draw closer,
I hear the music of this world,
I feel it's taking me over,
suddenly the surroundings whirled.
I look up to a familiar sky,
blackness of space greets me,
something inside me feels hollow and all I want to do is cry,
if I close my eyes forever then maybe I can come back and see.
The absense of colour drives me insane,
this place is too plain,
I must find a way to go back and stay forever,
and I don't want to leave ever.
Light and Dark :Via Dolorosa:
the torment lay ahead
for him to bear
going to the garden to pray
as divine will subdued humanity
the tear like blood
streaming down his face
in a personal hell
with sins He didn't commit
but I did
His best friends
leaving him alone
Satan finally receiving his vengeance
the spotless lamb
divine blood would spill
the army came to take him
to kill him
cause him a lifespan of torment
in only one night
He healed his enemies
and was tried
innocent of course
but to evil always guilty
death the worst kind
by the people He created
formed with His own hands
the laws He had set
couldn't be bypassed
reversed or changed
the final sacrifice
to feel their pain
to walk the earth
be tried to death
and be separated from the Father
weighing on his heart
for being Himself
for doing right
every lash of pain for Him
was a pain taken from us
for me to live
He died Himself
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Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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