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Postby The Eternal Warrior » Fri Dec 22, 2017 7:36 pm

There once was a little boy that I used to be
grew up too fast, my song; my story
I would sit down and cry a long cry
as I cried myself to sleep
watching my parents fight
insecurity and inadequacy
delivered to my mind
day after day, night after night
as I picked myself up and kept going
on through the long fight
to go from hope lost
pick up a gun, lost thoughts
of putting an end to my life
to the day I knew what it was to get fresh breath
to get my head free of the shit piled up, leading to my death
got a whiff of something greater
started seeing the colours of the world
instead of the palette of black and white and shades of grey
as it all twirled and swirled
around a middle finger I had yet to hold up right
and this is just another tribute to my
my life, my strife, my ongoing fight
to the end of my days, never gonna get a respite
as so much of an infinite 'legion'
can not leave me alone
and this is not me crying
this is not with tears streaming
this is not me dying
this is me living a life forever impounded
forever grounded
to be worse than any of you could imagine
while you suffer bare minimum in comparison
to the Hell that I've lived in every minute
every memory moment
as you all hate on me until the hate turns to love
and I'm supposed to wear it like a glove
and just be a father that I dont feel like being
a spacial anomaly, a monster, a freak and beast
I am the fear in the heart of you
I am the Lord incarnate in the flesh
and I am better than you, better than the rest
failed, fell down, but passed the test
got the fuck back up to give it another go
found myself dogged by social retardism
on an epic spiritual level
and still ongoing as they try to sap and steal every moment of my happiness
that I fought for, struggled to earn
as they think they have the right
to take from those who have already been through far too much
so merry fucking christmas and happy fucking new year
happy holidays to the ungrateful fucks
who thought for a moment that they could
do whatever it is that retards think they could
or is it a should of to a would?
I don't think it matters
it just sprays and splatters
like so much cum on the face of God
from the so-called children that were never his, never mine
yanking their own cocks in childish laughter and glee
thinking themselves wild and free
before the crash of emotions draws them down
as they run and try to escape the weighing of the crown
upon their shoulders and their heads
The full brunt yet to hit and so they fail to admit
that they hurt as much as they think they do
for not yet hurting at all as much as they will
as it all starts spiraling downhill
down towards the Hell they've yet to know
but daring to judge with impotent justice
the burdens of the wise, the angst and violence of those
that were far better than they could ever know
chasing them around with zealous fanatic fervor
through the streets of town and city after town and city
in lands supposed free and brave
as wave after wave
of firestorms descend upon them and burn them up
and still just a stepping stone to the next era
to the pain that they will feel upon a tomorrows wind
past my own death, though I 'see' it perfectly
from insane to insane psychology
see them wound up and wind down
see them struggle to lift the crown
and have it be just another sob story from them
another cry for help from the same man they try to tear to pieces
me and my life, me and my wife
they destroy in one breath and turn to for help in the next
And where is humanity going, where are we going except to the the next page, the next chapter
in this ongoing saga of the depraved meeting the depraved departed
and wondering where the story ends as they're told and told again
'this is just the middle, prestory, precursor, to mankinds greatest adventure
out into the vastnesses of space, past our own generations breeding
this ground of hate spewing and spreading and becoming
our graves, our tombstones rotting
my life better than theirs, so they torment and torture
not even seeing how it's worse, for them being similar to those
that I pointed this out to years ago
and so I go through the paces of a fight already won
on an epic scale... of so many things refusing to learn
again and again the cycles and patterns repeat
in ever-increasing fashion
down to my last breath
a razors-edge wire walked
to the day of my death
as a bullet screams through my head
blood-splatter on the ground and the walls around
telling another prophecy of their own lives and their own futures
in true psychological fashion
of not even needing to be prophetical
just simply reasonable and logical
from advanced logic to advanced emotionality
handed them the rope and watched them strangle themselves
catch themselves in the barbed wire and rose-thorns of life and death itself
all while screaming for help that could never help
failing to understand what they claimed to understand
and bolstered and buoyed by the older generations who thought they were fucked up
but had the rod spared on them too much while growing up
and so spoiled they were, not-depraved or even twisted
as much as true love and truth could actually show peace to be
aching for a war they run from in the next panel
of an on-going comicbook of non-humor
life's divine comedy as once called once upon a time
by some Dante or another
And still there are those surprised that we don't learn
that each generation still grows unable to wrap their heads around the concepts of the growing and the old
as the growing and the old themselves remain unable to wrap their heads completely around the concepts of the bold
the fearless and the combat experienced, they remain cold and hurting while others are warm and humming
like so many biomechanical engines from cold-starts to pumping hearts
all while we're carried forward on the deaths of so many heroes made to be villains
to ease and soothe the spoiled multitude of violent children
who, for all their violence, could never be as violent as the Lord
and so in fear, arm themselves with fear
so attack an authoritarian devil that tells them and forces them to grow up
in all their varied schemes and debaucheries as we live in eternal deception
as deceit reigns near supreme, ever pissed at truth for being most deceptive
in its convoluted forms and ongoing fight just to lift itself from the mud and blood
to get one single bit in before the lies and deceptions knock it down and keep it down
ever a pity to the true majority of eternity that loves to hear it
but, again, happy holidays, merry fucking christmas
fuck off and get bent
sayeth the Lord, thy God, with a grin
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