A bad tree cannot bear good fruit thus each God will be judged by the quality of his chosen people.
Wrong
Wars are not wrong or right. Wars are profitable more or less with wrong bringing the most profits.
The easiest way to divide society into opposing camps is to tell all the retards that they are the intelligent ones and all the smart people that they are the retards. The retards will loudly voice their opinions and the smart ones will be quiet and afraid to share their thoughts. The dumbing down of all society is quickly achieved.
Quick
I opened the door and quickly left not realizing it was a window hence it was quicker than usual.
Gloves
After each murder they change gloves. Makes them feel not guilty.
Politicians are gloves. How can you not love democracy where the victims feel like they participate in serving justice by voting on removing gloves from the hands they can’t even see.
Restless
once on the other side I will start anew as particle of God
single charge of holy dust
crystal drop in a river of light
twinkle in the Eye
being human down here hurt my guts way too far and beyond reason
so weird to have those attachments to happiness and fear
bipolar fight or flight
and look at all the blood in the sand never drying out
nourishing fear of the future, present and past
even the stars went silent at the cemetery of sky
mourning its dead and the fate I got from their reckless play above
said too much to them about where I have been
what I have seen behind the curtain of reality that fell on me
but soon I am getting out to pursue another eternity
as it couldn’t wait past this life
it seems
to materialize
By design
this life contains episodes that might not be suitable
for all audiences but me
as I know what I like and I know my disease
it is not for everyone
my rogue song
low
slow
to put you to sleep
wake your dreams in order of priorities perceived
but guess what
it is not my design
not my script
I am just a performer of Sorority of End Times
not a sign myself
but I watch them shadows
swallow my illusions at will
that’s how they feed off my battlefields
Fight
I had no choice but to go to war with who I am
starve my my body and mind
turn into a carbon gem of higher ground and purpose
and it is not a shadow it is real me of the past
that I must face now
self-indulgent clown always beating a dead horse
the goat
breathing
dancing corpse
here I come
string puppet hanging idle on fulfillment and good vibe
this sudden change
don’t think it will last beyond my life
but why not try the other way around
the inevitable crash
finally wake up
embrace the promise of getting one more day closer to the end
the Sun is still high
to purify
what’s left of visible trash outside
Resurrection
no-one wants to be known for resurrection
so much burden of re-entering meat
stink of reality
duality of existence
and
once dead can one be trusted?
being back from the land no one cares to cross or measure
and what voices will come to head that abandoned flesh
breathed outside all mighty
all transparent air
what if resurrection is just a demonic play in disguise
manifestation designed to supposedly erase anxiety and fear
but in fact a mortal blow to heavenly peace of mind
before you know what hit you
and you again turn into lump of clay
hostile others work on
Letting go
it was a nice run
wasn’t long or wide
but it was strangely mine
walk of life through fire
and even though I ran blind
barefoot and spied on
numbered with delinquent debt
watched along every toll and path
still
each step got me closer to Christ
his fantastic crowd
my fanatic brothers in arms
as life is just a different name
for slow
slow death
and obviously we get crucified
by what we couldn’t let go
in time
we got to play outside the Ether
the vault of Heaven
we came from