Once upon a time,
Some fucked up shit took place,
That no time could ever,
Begin to erase.
Scary creatures,
Swarmed around,
Swirling up shit,
In the spirit,
Resulting in a split.
There was a wedge,
So to speak,
And it was driven deep,
So strife rained down,
And still reigns today,
Cuz apparently that’s,
The easy way.
Go ahead,
Beg and plead,
Fall to your knees,
But this one’s gonna take a little more,
Than a mustard seed.
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It’s crazy but it’s true,
I just saw it in action,
I’m now being served a distraction,
To try and distort the infraction.
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From any demon,
Destruction is the goal,
To wreak havoc and ruin,
Besides bringing about total devastation, demolition, and annihilation.
This special case,
Was going along at quite the pace,
Then did a few somersaults,
And abruptly ground to a halt.
There was no scene of the crime,
It was an attack of the mind,
Nefarious beings without bodies,
Being very naughty.
Believed hook, line, and sinker,
Causing catastrophe,
There wasn’t a warning,
Before stares became glares.
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The little demons,
Are at it again,
So unbearable and vile,
Looks like another weakling’s been beaten.
He didn’t even have,
A chance to test his wings,
Before he got bit,
And the serpent’s bite stings.
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Consider the source,
Before you believe the lie,
Consider the source,
Before you cry.
Consider the source,
Before it clouds your head,
Consider the source,
Before you see red.
Consider the source,
Before you waste your time,
Consider the source,
Before you begin the climb.
Consider the source,
Before you scoff,
Consider the source,
Before you run off.
Consider the source,
Before you lay it all down,
Consider the source,
Before you move everything around.
Consider the source,
Before you align your view,
Consider the source,
Before you bite off more than you can chew.
Consider the source,
Before you finalize a choice,
Consider the source,
Before you rejoice.
Consider the source,
Before you draw your bow,
Consider the source,
Before you dub them foe.
Consider the source,
Before you draw the line,
Consider the source,
Before you undermine.
Consider the source,
Before you decree the command,
Consider the source,
Before you declare it banned.
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No, no, no!
No to the lies,
And misrepresentations,
People make up,
Because they’re pissed,
Based on assumptions.
**********
Just give it up,
Cuz anyway,
Here we’re done,
Giving a fuck.
Run away,
Go pout in a corner,
You can nurse your wounds,
With your exaggerations,
And wipe your tears,
With your expectations.
What comes around goes around,
Looks like that’s hitting you now,
And that’s music to the ears,
And makes the heart leer.
Come out,
Come out,
Wherever you are,
Face to face,
What are you?
Afraid to lose the race?
Nothing,
No one,
And meaningless,
No good,
Worthless,
And useless.
Insignificant,
Pointless,
And empty,
Flawed,
Imperfect,
And valueless.
Can’t get it together,
Having trouble sorting what I’m seeing,
Like what the fuck,
Shit doesn’t add up.
This sorry hide,
Pushed aside,
No not the end,
But getting deathly sick,
From all the bends.
Going once,
Going twice,
Going fucking crazy,
From some psycho that’s shady.
Unhinged,
Certifiable,
And batty,
Ballistic,
Eccentric,
And unbalanced.
Deranged,
Demented,
And loco,
Unsound,
Delusional,
And irrational.
Little bitch gots a secret,
That needs to be spilled,
Little bitch gots things latched on,
That makes him all wrong.
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Up goes prayers,
To the only one who cares.
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It’s an immense field,
Full of flowers,
But you can pick just one,
Never let the wrong one,
Say “I won”.
Don’t settle for,
Second best,
Walk to and fro,
Weaving through the blooms,
Until you’ve found,
The only one,
Who will pass the test.
Is there one flower in the field,
That won’t ever wilt and rot,
And is there a surefire way,
To tell if it’s,
The one you’ve got?
Go stand in the middle,
Then spin slowly around,
See them all,
Before you carefully choose,
So you don’t lose.
Front and center,
Or waving from the wings,
Lying face down,
Or sitting on the ground,
Sporting a smile,
Or wearing a frown,
Only one of them,
Isn’t a clown.
Select one who won’t wilt,
The second it’s picked,
One who will survive,
When taken from its home base,
And placed in a vase.
Not the one who dies,
The second snow flies,
Or the one whose petals fall,
From a little bug’s brawl.
Wait,
I thought it was set in stone?
Sewn up tighter than a drum?
…..But now this has come!
In truth,
Something from the situation,
Has always been a little aggravating,
Though a finger couldn’t ever,
Quite be put on it,
What can I say,
It’s always also,
Been plain as day,
And a subject for which I pray.
Now arrives this curveball,
Thrown at me from nowhere,
So unexpected,
But not actually a problem,
And I assure you,
If it’s the answer,
It won’t get rejected.
This can only go,
One of two ways,
And I’m counting the days,
‘Til this is the past,
And good for a few laughs.
Such a delicate decision,
With two top-notch choices,
But only one can win,
And so an invisible,
Battle begins.
To be sure,
Not one knows,
What’s going on,
But me and the,
Almighty God.
With a war in the spirit,
And only one truly right answer,
Letting Him provide it,
Prevents the choice,
From being a cancer.
Soon the solid rock will surface,
None will be winners,
But none will be losers,
His holy will will win,
And forever after,
The life He intends,
Will endure to the end.
And ugly,
Was all that waited at the door,
Ugly,
Too terrible to mention,
And it could be likened,
To nothing preceding it before.
It started at this door,
Just here to the right,
Slyly it got pushed open,
Curiosity was awoken,
And expectancy was high,
But it revealed only a rake,
With rotten tines that poked and prodded,
Yes that door was a mistake.
Parallel to this door,
Was another door,
Hurriedly it was yanked open,
Desperation for a solution,
From the last spoiled door,
Was the only why for,
But all it brought was disappointment,
And need for one more chance,
To vent and repent.
Farther on down the hall,
We have yet another door,
Cautiously it was eased open,
Sadness was secretly the driving factor,
But time had made for quite the actor,
And all surprise was hidden,
Nope there was no cryin’,
When the lamb behind,
Ran off changed – a lion.
Now the next door,
Way over in another wing,
After awhile it was kicked open,
By a dare made when just jokin’,
Although only nonchalance was shown,
There was a hope deep down,
But all it did was drown,
Because behind that door,
Lay a coiled snake,
Who stole all remaining confidence,
When it angrily,
Slithered away.
One day a secret door,
Was seen up in the attic,
When found,
The feeling to ignore was emphatic,
But the ‘what if’ in the mind won out,
And it was shoved open with a silent shout,
A dog was disclosed,
One who loved to play games,
But who could not be tamed,
Before long it was obvious,
This dog was all wrong.
The door after that,
Is hoped to be the final door,
But where is the location,
And are there guts,
To even open it,
Are questions,
For which no one’s got an answer,
Take heed!
Will behind it be,
A snow-white steed?
Or will more ugly supercede?
A pretty face,
How does she act,
In such disgrace?
So very sweet,
But hated,
For those moments she acts,
With complete deceit.
Nothing can hold a candle,
To when she flies off the handle,
So glad she’s not the norm,
For she is a God-awful,
Wicked form of storm.
Fake as fuck,
And slimy like,
The fingers of,
A little tyke,
She needs to take a hike.
Pretending to be,
Such a honey,
But she’s got something hidden,
On her back,
That makes her mean,
As lucifer’s queen.
So sneaky,
Don’t ever get too close,
That pleasantry is false,
Just waltz right by,
For she’s looking for information,
To use against you,
On the sly.
To sum it up,
She’s a waste of space,
Who needs to learn her place.
Good things are happening,
In the realm of the spirits,
It won’t be long now,
Before it reaches our world,
Where I can feel it.
A mind overworked,
By sadness and stress,
But small steps,
Lead to total deliverance,
From the grips,
Of the one most vile.
Tiny things,
Are noticeable now,
Nowhere near,
Where they should be,
But breakthrough enough,
To stop a lot of tears and fears.
A dream here,
A miracle there,
All are answers,
To one of many things,
Lifted up in prayer.
Upon close examination,
Of many occasions,
Lots of things,
Were looking dreary,
Until recently,
Some things started turning,
Toward a new and sunny morning.
Even prayer,
Can hit a snare,
And need an extra boost,
But add liberal donations,
Coupled with a fast,
And it’s a surefire way,
To set stubborn demons loose.
The clouds have opened,
And a drizzle has begun,
Someday soon,
They will let loose,
Like a loaded gun,
And all around,
Wherever I go,
Blessings will soak me,
From head to toe.
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