This is another write of mine that I consider a bit of a buried diamond. I wrote this last year. Basically it’s a metaphorical atheist rant I went on after reading something of the nature that rapists are more favored in public opinion than atheists. So yeah, that upset me just a tad. Anyway, enjoy. Don’t throw a cross at me afterward.lol
poison
It’s Been a While
I haven’t freestyled in a while
I haven’t played around with my style
Committed genocide in a while
And thrown a bunch of carcasses in a pile
What blight do I aim to incite ?
Which suits am I pissing off?
How do they plan to stop me?
Drone strike, or chemical induced whooping cough?
I don’t wanna throw my weight around
I’m trying to throw yours in the ground
And bury you in fecal matter
As soon as I gulp this prune juice down
I’m a pen jab to your perception
An asterisk to your reality
The knuckle dot to your eye
And the aids in your erotic fantasy
In your thoughts forever lurking
Worse than the person that walked in
On you while you’re jerking
And starts uncontrollably blurting
As you start squirting
Bussokusekika #2
When I think of you
I think of many horrors
For some they’re pleasures
Their reality T.V.
Their imaginary friends
The fact that it’s forced on us
They’re Animals I Tell Ya
Asses on the pews
Chameleons elsewhere
Jackals on screens
With manes of horse hair
With flesh on their teeth
Ignorance in their voice
Speaking bullshit in my ears
About divinity and choice
They’ll attack like vipers
Attempt to gore
Like matadors
If you ever attempt to hook a question mark
Onto their juicy boars
With hefers in gates
With Komodo Dragon tongues
And venom on their fangs
So that only poison
Not change, will come
Terror Write 6
When I’m not out promoting violence
I’m putting clowns to silence
Do your impression of a mime
While I teach you how to rhyme
French kiss a serpent
And let the poison get on your tongue
Spit it at any one in a battle
Until the bell is rung
Beat your opponents to death
Til they cry blood
On dirt and make
Red mud
Punch them in the dick
Til they pass out and wake up with a swollen cock
Tie him down and slice that thing up
Like it was live stock
Yes you can call me Darth Vadar
Because I lead the troopers
Your life’s a mistake
The results of an ammature porn blooper
I’ll take the hammer to your head
You can call me the roofer
Knock your shingles loose
Leave your structure in a stupor
Or use a chainsaw
To cut you up finer than
Carrots in cole slaw
I’m exiting, but first I’m
Running over your dogs paw
Evil freewrite…
Still with this murderous rage
I’m stuck controlling
A puny conscious paces around
A lion and calls it patrolling
Look into my eyes
In the universe of my iris
Travel through Arctic veins
To my heart, where the ice is
Better to blink or to end up in my stomach
With the corrosive acids
Become feces that make water splashes
Or be the aroma of my putrid ass gases
Don’t blame the ingested
You’re facing he who is
Quite infested
With evils and demons
The speediest sperm
Of fleeting semen
You face a horrible demise
Boiling water poured
On teary eyes
Scissor snips to your pride
Prior to knowing your family
Has died
Your bodies found dehydrated
Finished with cyanide
Hungry??
Eat dirt
Bite the dust
Bite the bullet
You full??
You want a knuckle sandwich
Washed down with cyanide laced
Red Bull?
Mind if I swallow your dreams
And you choke on my nightmares?
Making you worm food
Packed and delivered to them
Right at their front porch stairs
Epitaph Carvings 