I Create images from linear symbols twisted into position, revealed to your recognition, launching sniper attacks on your vision disguised as language, anguish disguised as poetry with the sole purpose of influencing worthless thought processes. Explosives disguised as folded pages containing rage in origami.
JESUS, SO HE CAN TEACH ME HOW TO FLY
THE LIFE OF THE MIND MAKES MUSIC WITH GREAT BEATS, BUT HIS LYRICS ARE HORRIFIC, VIOLENT, DEGRADING, AND THEY ATTEMPT TO EMASCULATE ME BASED ON MY ECONOMIC STATUS. HE CORRUPTS OUR GENERATION WITH MIND-NUMBING FILTH, BUT I LIKE TO DANCE TO HIS SONGS AND USUALLY FEEL BAD AFTERWARDS.
there was a demon inside me who wouldn't leave me alone. so i evicted them from my soul and sent them to live in a great number of pigs. now there are a great number of pigs who won't leave me alone.
the ADVERSARY's there! he's taking parents captive sedating the children in hatred making them believe there's only one destination for them: desecration of hope, through rapists, violations, disbelief, and choking hands round young throats, associated with the faces you all know. One of his favorite ways to breed his failures.
i read her eyes like my eulogy, with the strong feeling that i might not live to tell the tale.
Oh My God...