confusion staring spells uncontrollable jerking movements loss of consciousness and awareness fear anxiety and deja vu erratic movements striking others resulting in injuries and deaths to its own children and citizens a nation out of control
now i’m not one to talk or hold grudges but i’m looking forward to pissing on your grave and it won’t matter if they swear you’ve been saved cuz i’ll do so not in the name of the father son or holy ghost but in the name of those who were maimed murdered or crucified in your name so i’m sure you can see this ain’t about me it’s still all about you
the brown bag prophet was holding up a sign that said let’s do pay-for-slay too and yes once again i was compelled to inquire why the prophet said well we give billions to israel and other countries so if we really want the killing to stop we’ll deduct from those funds for each innocent life taken of course given the number of deaths already this year some countries will owe us money
on a day with gathering clouds those who wore the mantle of power chiefs and priests in full regalia climbed the temple stairs to speak to the gods seeking guidance for in their lust for life’s treasures this chamber of deputies had lost the vision the gods had bestowed upon them when they reached the summit and stared down upon the people that they had sworn to serve as well as their future generations they saw the underworld consume all who awaited them
you needn’t speak what you are is in what you do it burns your flesh from the inside giving you no place to hide while the smell of your singed soul spills from your body marking you for that which lies just beneath the facade of your existence
