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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Ya snooze ya lose,
Change happens,
You shouldn’t have blinked your eye,
Before you gave it a try.
.
Hopeless turned to a high,
Now I can,
Exhale a relaxed sigh,
Sorry man,
If that makes you cry.
.
Divine encounters,
From out of the blue,
Spell the end,
For all those could-have-beens.
.
There’s this thing,
A window of opportunity,
Which would have been the time,
For you to seek unity,
It’s too bad you stalled,
But now this other’s been called.
.
Going once,
Going twice,
And still you never,
Rolled your dice,
Sorry dude,
But the award goes to,
The one who scored.
Through and through,
It was solid,
You were certain,
Until things were revealed,
When up went the curtain.
Turns out underneath was tarnished,
And the gold was only varnish,
A coating so thin,
It could be cracked,
By just the prick of a pin.
Well it’s dreadfully degrading,
To an object’s rating,
When the cracked paint is peeling,
Being stripped away,
From floor to ceiling.
Ripped from it,
Faster and faster,
No stopping once it’s started,
Leaving it and all associated,
So very broken-hearted.
It’s been stripped bare,
There’s none left now,
But a stubborn speck,
Here or there.
Solid gold,
Was a facade,
A cover-up,
For something majorly flawed.
Hiding ,
An invisible danger,
It looks shiny and pretty,
Too late you see the light,
When you’ve already lost the fight.
Sure looks strong enough to hold,
But you’ll find it slippery,
And able to run you off course quickly,
Light fades to dark,
In the beat of a heart.
Once it’s grabbed all four wheels,
And taken full control,
This drive that started out serene,
Now it’s gonna get,
Nasty and mean.
It looked like nothing,
In the dead of night,
But little by little,
You comprehend that it’s chuckling,
While you it’s cutting.
Manipulation,
Thrilling to chilling,
In the blink of an eye,
Laughter’s changed to crying,
And living carefree’s been replaced,
With wishing for dying.
A glowing glare,
Fills your eyes,
So when you stare,
You’re rendered blind,
Free falling into the snare,
Without chance to react,
You become trapped.
It may melt,
On a sunny day,
But eventually,
Clouds always accumulate,
And therefore,
It’ll never regulate.
Glassy and slick,
Impossible to get a good grip,
You had it for a magnificent minute,
Until an unknown plight,
Caused it to take flight.
Super hard to handle,
A real danger to cross,
Causing much suffering and loss,
Are you ready yet for the exchange,
From snow boots to sandals?
It isn’t the first time,
And it won’t be the last,
Yet each sting,
Is worst than ones past.
Whirlwinds,
That are absolutely,
Stomach-turning,
Are they of God or Satan?
Maybe a little of both,
Either way,
They need a punch in the throat.
Near or far,
They’re like shooting stars,
Zinging past,
Like a lightning flash,
A bright little light,
In the night,
Before they crash.
You’d never sense,
Things going south,
It just jumps you outta nowhere,
And makes you throw up a little,
In your mouth.
As I watch it unfold,
It’s reiterated-
This is why people become cold,
Cold and black-hearted,
Swearing that never will another,
Chance get started.
They’ve outfoxed me before,
Left me blubbering,
On the floor,
But not this time,
Nope,
This time,
They’ll be the ones who choke.
Tired,
Just tired of it all,
Nothing’s left,
But to buy the pony,
They’ve failed the test,
And made their beds,
Now let them lie there lonely.
Wow, has it been that long?
Wow, how time does fly,
Would I go back if I could?
Nope, I wouldn’t……….
Not me, not I.
Happiness it was not,
Just a false front,
A sham,
One that ought be broken down,
By a battering ram.
Thinking they are,
High and mighty,
They fly flags of disgrace,
It is a most,
Ungodly place.
Full of fools,
And laden with liars,
Tongues continuously wag,
Making it blaze,
With figurative fires.
Oh, the many memories!
But I guess the new fruits here,
Are ripening fast,
Because what was once matchless,
Now has me aghast.
Ran by agents,
Sent from Satan,
It’s by no means a place,
For a Child Of The King,
To show their face.
A sickening sight,
It was to see,
And I’m glad the place,
Is no longer,
Graced by me.
It would be so splendid,
If Hell would freeze over,
So all the things that it’s said,
Won’t ever happen,
‘Til Hell freezes over,
Could come to fruition.
Like a world not predestined for failure,
One where there are more,
Saints than sinners,
And more to adore,
Than to abhor.
A way to make a living,
That doesn’t require,
Kissing someone’s ass,
And handing them half your life,
On a silver platter.
Where people don’t settle,
For whatever happens along first,
But wait for that which without,
They would die of thirst.
Oh for a world,
Where there are no regrets,
For people said what they felt,
Without stupidly waiting,
As biding your time,
Awaiting a perfect moment,
Ends with disappointment,
That realigns fates.
If only free,
Was really without cost,
But there’s always a price,
And if left unpaid,
That free thing is lost.
A place where time could stand still,
At the snap of a finger,
Or the stomp of a foot,
And then linger,
So we could just chill,
And enjoy the thrills.
If only instead of,
Employing unrelenting backstabbing and gossip,
A person looked at another,
As a soul not a foe,
And realized that’s the only way,
To make Heaven their home.
How are you doing lately?
Hanging on by a thread,
Why’s that?
Because I feel like being dead.
Oh no! – Why?
Because that one’s been sly,
Doing what?
Turning his back, making me cry.
Oh! The nerve!
I hope he gets what’s deserved!
Same here!
Although that’s also my fear!
How so?
Because I never chose,
For him to become foe,
Oh, indeed?
Yes – for real,
I rather picture him,
As a knight with a steed.
That sounds like quite the conundrum!
Yes, it’s a problem!
Whatever will you do?
I shall pray,
For he’s one of the precious few.
At times it seems,
My head’s went all-out insane,
No one can tell,
The total hell,
One has been through,
As they judge,
And push their views,
From downright different shoes.
I felt it slide,
Across my side,
Creating a big divide,
It was a sword I swear,
For I felt a blade tear,
Though one was never there.
I thought a bumble bee,
Had done and got me,
So bad was the sting,
And something sure did pierce me through,
But when I went,
To pull it out,
No stinger,
Was anywhere about.
I felt the weight,
And the roller skate,
As I got bowled over,
I was plainly bruised and shaken,
And things were broken,
Even though,
You can’t see nothin’.
I’ve become deaf,
From its sound,
Though my ears,
Hear just fine,
Because it’s everywhere,
And it’s all the time,
Nothing shuts it off,
So they are blocked.
I’m crippled from the bullet,
Shot through my back,
And it has thrown me,
Far off track,
The deck seems stacked against me,
Though to those looking in,
Nothing unusual’s been goin’ down.
My eyes have converted,
They now see with my mind,
Which renders me blind,
I gotta say,
It’s very scary,
Seeing clearly,
But with eyes,
Blind as blueberries.
Help,
Is just around the corner,
Help,
Is just around the bend,
But time is of the essence,
And though to the Help,
It’s right on time,
The sufferer isn’t sure,
How to survive,
‘Til its deferred appearance.
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