Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sh(!)tty Sh(!)t
There is nothing.
Black is our day
And night,
Killings feed the
Darkness, make the
Cold bitter.
Our eyes,
Needle pricked and
Bleeding tears
See only red,
Crossing and sad.
To be blind, bliss!
There is
Nothing anymore,
A flurry of thought
Extinguished like
Errant fire,
People suicidal
Over moonlight,
Lack of promise,
No hope.
A dying race
Of idiots spitting
Sh(!)t from their
Lips like it was
Commandments from
God.
I take the sword
To slice the beast
Who cackles,
Blade through bone,
I silence the animal.
I beckon for chance,
But midnight stays
And I fight
For no
Real reason.
At all.
2-3-11
Black is our day
And night,
Killings feed the
Darkness, make the
Cold bitter.
Our eyes,
Needle pricked and
Bleeding tears
See only red,
Crossing and sad.
To be blind, bliss!
There is
Nothing anymore,
A flurry of thought
Extinguished like
Errant fire,
People suicidal
Over moonlight,
Lack of promise,
No hope.
A dying race
Of idiots spitting
Sh(!)t from their
Lips like it was
Commandments from
God.
I take the sword
To slice the beast
Who cackles,
Blade through bone,
I silence the animal.
I beckon for chance,
But midnight stays
And I fight
For no
Real reason.
At all.
2-3-11
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