She asked of me, "please if you love me And I know that you love me, but this could never be What you are at times fills my whole universe But he, he is my whole psalm instead of every other verse"
Words like this can cut to the quick of a man's soul It's like finding out that you're partial after living a life as whole To be so blind that you can't see what's missing within one's self You fall back wondering if lies are the only thing left
Questions seem to persist self versus self wont resist Did what you touch, tasted, or...
Voodoo dolls pinching their nipples wishing that I die Another pin is inserted everytime that I try There is a Bokor with a mirror looking me right in the eyes For some reason I'm being forced to look down when looking for my sky
Like the humbled Atlas, I'm carrying a weight as heavy as the world Two blunts down and my mind should be calm, but continues to swirl The flames of my heart burns high and bright, giving off a freezing heat Only like minded hate attracts, true love refuses to meet
I am not of anything flesh Yet I am flesh There are those that arrived so far after me Yet they claim to know my origin, why can't they let it be
I was manifested of dark matter and transported to Pangaea My arrival caused tectonic collisions that you wouldn't believe Water levels risen, continents suddenly created as they divided I caught a wave on a land mass and decided to ride it
Crashed into North America creating the Appalachian Chain Populated both lands through parthenogenesis before taking off again Took my time...
It's nearing that time of year again, when the darkness returns.This is that time of winter, a time of feeding, and everyone is getting hungry. This is the time when people go missing in order to put a meal on the table. The weaker are usually the prime targets, but doors must be barred if you have children. The hunger has no bias to age, sex, or relation, meat roasting on the spit is meat on the spit. There is fear starting to show on the face of some of the weaker. But there are certain ones that know they will be spared, healer must be kept, along with the spiritual ones. The good gatherer...
There's a battle being waged in hell and it's all about supremacy Satan has chosen his generals and Baal has chosen me I Is Me, supreme demon, I sit on the council most high Ordered to the front line, It seems the dead are begging to die
With a bow across my wings, like a ninja, I wield two ranger swords Cerberus, my first lieutenant, is reacting to my every word We're not here to make allies, there is no compassion in hell The heat of battle is our passion, and it doesn't take long to tell
Cerberus and me exist for this shit, it's like a...
To bludgeon me, shoot me, doesn't end me The cracking of the flesh releases the spirit introducing me To what really is instead of this warped version of reality The freeing of the spirit allows me to see, that we're all shackled, thinking we're free
Garbage piled miles high all around The walls of your imagined Jericho long ago came tumbling down The master program was attacked by a Trojan That keeps us seeing what isn't there again and again
We fight each other over nothing, because nothing is all that we know Those that...
The grave is but a hole, dug right there between the legs of Mother Earth Enter with finality and covered with soil, exit the flesh covered in blood at birth The flesh and the earth has a relationship that can't be broken I'm of dust returning to dust and I'm not joking
But in between I'm mesmerized by the dark side On the road of life I'm but a hitchhiker begging Satan for a ride Picked the fuck up and we are blazing a trail into the sunset Leaving deserts in our wake, but the bodies are so fucking wet
To watch her is like watching a fairy or a firefly Darting about as a summer evening faded to night The troll in me fills with lust and greed My imagination runs wild of what really could be
If she but lights upon my shoulder, my mind wonders If like Zeus, I could throw lightning bolts and laugh like thunder Could I gain the wisdom of the elves and live amongst the trees Or glide on thermals like giant eagle and dragons, as if on a gentle breeze
Could I sacrifice myself like Prometheus, dying over and over for love's fire A true social...