The Unthinkable Treatment of People

We behave at a loss of substance
stage one to how they corrupt us
make that money

keep on spending
the cycle is never ending

Christianity has no equal
they monetarily mastered evil
by evil I do mean money
if you've got none

then you mean nothing
be careful

when it's God you're trusting

You're walking down the street
and I pass you by

you look at me and you catch my eye
nod your head or you'll fucking die
it's what I'm thinking

and not saying
what I'll be doing if you keep on praying
get off your knees

you can't bow to Jesus
until you get some valid reasons

The Way We Say Gold

All men march to the drum beat
except they aren't really drums
they're the moans of the hungry
whose skin and bones line the roads
of our country

Like the millions of citizens
that are victims to big guns
or victims of rich men
surviving on victims

shouting out demands

holding firepower

when these people learn to dance

pay them by the hour

Slay them by the day

spend their final minute

with a gun to face

shooting up the gimmick

he thought it was the way

that way is not ours

we can not betray

the collar of the coward

Court them in the courtroom

with a portrait of their fortune

say what we would say

and report back its importance

censoring the way we

speak and eat and fuck

why the fuck do you insist

on controlling all my drugs

We struggle and display moments of hope

repeat everyday like a slave, it's a joke

We can't save the slaves
it's safe to say so
erase today
and waste away old

Victims To Big Guns

All men march

to the drum beat
except they aren't really drums
they're the moans of the hungry
whose skin and bones

line the roads

of our country

Like the millions of citizens
that are victims to big guns
or victims of rich men
surviving on victims

A political system

with untold secret wisdoms

mankind and time

behold, homes are prisons

we can't save the slaves

it's safe to say so

erase today

and waste away old

Before the day goes

we struggle and display hope
trading fake money

for real guns
work all day long

for fake funds

sleep, eat, multiply

and take drugs

Would it make a difference

if we murdered

politicians?

No more writing to officials
sending messages with pistols
find yourself a lobbyist
and make your anger obvious
murder's what the tyrants get
trading violent men for violent men

a late night thought

In one fleeting moment all that pain comes rushing back in a stream of tears, and I choose to mask the pain rather than embrace its ability to humble me. Because in the end we just want forgiveness for our imperfections that can never be granted by anyone but yourself.