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1. Strength Beyond StrengthThere is nothing. No education. No family life to open myArms to. You'd say that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow.I'll be broke in a gutter.I know the opinion. A broken record. Fuck you and yourCollege dream. Fact is, we're stronger than all.You're working for perfect bodies, perfect minds and perfectNeighbors. But I'm helping to legalize dope onYour pristine streets and I'm making a fortune.You're muscle and gall. Naive at best. I'm bone, brain andCock. Deep down stronger than all.A sad state of affairs. A crippled America. A pipe dreamButtfucked. Immune. Stronger than all.A lament for a rookie officer, punk ass weak little lamb.For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time.We've grown into a monster. An arrogant, explosive motherfuck.Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock.Finally, the president in submission. He holds out his hand onYour television and draws back a stump. It's too late for some.Far too late.No more holdbacks. No more paying a cops paycheck. Let himBust his own child. The son that heeds my word and smokes my dope.The daughter that sucks me off and snorts cheap anything.Hail Kings. The new Kings. Stronger than all.A simple process to legalize. There would not be a choice but toTake our side. Be there no question of certain strengths. KnowThis intention. Forever stronger than all.2. BecomingA long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memoryOf shame birthed its gift.No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one.Running from beatings, deflating. I'm becoming moreThan a man. More than you ever were. Driven and burningTo rise beyond Jesus.I'm born again with snakes eyesBecoming GodsizeI found my life was slipping through my hands. PerhapsThrough death my life won't be so bad.I can see you, can fuck you, inside of you. Staring throughYour eyes. Belittle your friends to serve me, to suck me,To realize my saving grasp. I of suicide. I the unlord.I'm born again with snakes eyesBecoming Godsize3. 5 Minutes AloneI see you had your mind all made up you group ofPitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your masterPlan transpired. -Something told me- this job had more toMeet the eye. My song is not believed? My words some-What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.You've waged a war of nervesBut you can't crush the kingdomCan't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...5 minutes aloneI read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me forA fool. You used complexion of my skin for a counterRascist tool. -You can't burn me- I've spilled my guts outIn the past. Taken advantage of because you know whereI've come. My past.You've waged a war of nervesBut you can't crush the kingdomCan't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...5 minutes alone4. I'm BrokenI wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved onesMourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing,Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take?Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won.Such values you taught your son. That's how.Look at me now. I'm broken.Inherit my life.One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fedTo make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. EveryWarning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingledBlood. Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle costVenereal Mother embrace the los$. That's howLook at you now. You're brokenInherit your life.5. Good Friends And A Bottle Of PillsI fucked your girlfriend last night.While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love.She called me Daddy. And I called her baby when ISmacked her ass. I called her sugar when I ateHer alive till daylight. And I slept with her allOver me, from forehead to ribcage I dripper her ass.Sometimes I thought you might be spying, living out someBrash fantasy, but no. You were knocked out. But we wereAll knocked out you know. In a wayI serve too many masters.We didn't know you'd break the bottle that the magicCame in to use those jagged shards to slit our wristsAnd neck. And you'd do it too, you're that kind of dude.But you wouldn't know what you were doing becauseI didn't, your girlfriend could have been a burnVictim, an amputee, a dead body. But god damn I wantedTo fuck.I'm serving too many fucking masters.(I told you. I told you motherfucker)6. Hard Lines, Sunken CheeksAs a child I was given the gift to entertain you.But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you.I drink all day. I smoke all day. I've done it all but tapThe vein.These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasonsAll these Christians come alive and try to sell youMy soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old.You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover isInspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, theEmptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack ofFulfillment to me is me. The big picture.These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part ofWhat the Christians mean to immortalize my situation.My soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.Embrace some religion. To get close to someUndivine ejaculation point.Simply to thy ghost I cling.Simply to thy ghost I reject.Simply to thy ghost I give spit.Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I'llSubmit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationshipsWith those Christians. You know they'll sell you my soulFor a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.7. SlaughteredOne's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God.At battle with a mass astrengent. The bondThat blends the weak to the wise.It's a safe assumption that you'd wantto save me now. But I'll never face castration.For your sacred sow is left slaughtered.Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I. Bird brainedWorld saver. A fake god rests dead inside you.It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now.But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is leftSlaughtered.System destroyed. Exposed and unployed. The fruitOf intention cry for their dead, but turning their head toIgnore reality's claw. Knife to your wrist, syringe in yourArm is your ounce of prevention. Give what you made,And under your name on your grave, is salvation. A bigFucking joke.Slaughter the pig, the self rightous king for your ownRestoration. For your God is in your chest, and faith killsWhat is precious, for death is unanswered.Do sin.8. 25 YearsI vent my frustration at you old man, afterYears your ears will hear..You screamed that youTried, but it's words of a weakling and promises madeBy a drunken liar [fucking liar]. Now you pick up that splinteredChair, that was aiming for your head. A head that shouldHave been long ago kicked in by me. Alone.I won't lose a second of sleep for this...Don't touch me.Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I learned my lesson well,Somehow(?), from you. No tears. Can't clutch my regrets.But these years of detachment have left me withDemons now surfacing. But I'm becoming more than nothing.You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you?You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence.But now you don't have to dump me off, not again...Don't touch me again.I vow, lest I die tomorrow...You'll never be the father I am. The bastard father toThe thousands of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted. TheOnes with fathers just like you. We're fucking you back.I'm shoving my life right down your throat. Can IFind the guts? Can I feel the heart? Look at theGround as you choke me up, does it taste like tequila?Or failure?We're fucking you back.9. Shedding SkinI don't want you to look at me while I'm sheddingSkin. I can't afford for you to see what's inside me.I'd rather shoot myself than have you watch me. IFeel you'd steal my skin to try and wear me.I was betrayed, one more day of my short life. You wereCarried away. You had no shame. To suffocate my being.I was me, but you weren't you. You were sticking to me likea scab...so I peeled you away, and bled for days. ThenStepped out of myself.I'm shedding skin, changing within, I'm falling in.Through swollen eyes, I dreamed you died, caught inside.I'm shedding skin, spreading thin, severed stem.I created the end, I'm killing a friend. I'm shedding my skin.I don't think you belong in here, I feel I'm sick. Don't ask becauseYou know damn well where I've been. I've kept a simpleWoman through the thick and thin. But I've found the gutsto sever from my Siamese twin.I throw you away. Everyday. A dead part of life. Stranglingback. Seething black. In between my longing for torture.Blood on my face that came from your face. The mixOf kissing and bleeding. I put you away. I shut you away.I pissed you away. I threw you away.I'm shedding skin, changing within, I'm falling in.Through swollen eyes, I dreamed you died, caught inside.I'm shedding skin, spreading thin, severed stem.I created the end, I'm killing a friend. I'm shedding my skin.You're fucking, and sucking. You're friendless. It's endless.Your flower has soured. It's endless. You're friendless.It's harder. And stronger. But no one's been inside you longer.Or harder. Or deeper. To get you off, you need the fear.It's never love. Bloody touch. Broken wrist. Needle rust.Choking throat. Swallowed teeth. Head fuck. No peace.I'm shedding my skin to peel you off of me.You've got to love me.Ornament. Shrunken head. Playtoy. Snake strike. Poisonous.Syphillis. Drenched me. Soaked me.I'm shedding my skin to drain you out of me.You've got to hate me.10. Use My Third ArmEnlight your sense of thought, of touch, of real, a shield,An underground for this coward.Building a blood in water scent. It's like some raping,without judgement.Boy in a pocket. Balls in a bag. Serve andProtect you. His dick his gun, his brain his badge.A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long.Absorb through pores the great escape. Kill that fuckto show him up. Equal his displeasure now. Stab hisAss, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for.Ourselves.Arm yourself. A branch. A third arm. Extend your health,Crawl inside euphoria. Building a blood in water scent. It'sLike a scraping. It's entrapment. Boy in a pocket. Balls inA bag. Perverted handle. His getting by is a fisted fuck.A faster way to exterminate them takes too fuckinglong. Absorb through pores the great escape.Kill that fuck to show him up. Equal his displeasure now.Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for.Ourselves.Half assed for most his life. Piss poor little ham. NAROboy- A fake fuck limp dick. Sucking up to the man.And the world. We need a fucking cold war.11. Throes Of RejectionThis is feeding what I am.It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound. It's thetype of pain you really dig and long for. I've always beenInsecure to open up and show love. Some pretty girl withLong hair, some bald guy writhing.rejection...The kind that's self induced. The tongue that'sBitten through. The nauseating stab. Is feeding whatI am. A short fuse.If there really is a god, then it's punishing me constantly.She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wantedMore.But no. I'm reduced to a Rottypanol snort and a lot of drinks.This shit goes on and on. Just look down my pants.Rejection...It ain't a fucking game. My human dick toblame. A sociopathic plan. Is feeding what I am.Rejection...Takes life away from eyes. Will give you toThe skies. It makes me more than a man. Is drowningWhat I am.12. Planet Caravan[Black Sabbath song taken from the Paranoid album]We sail through endless skiesstars shine like eyesthe black night sighsThe moon in silver treesfalls down in tearslight of the nightThe earth, a purple blazeof sapphire hazein orbit alwaysWhile down below the treesbathed in cool breezesilver starlight breaks down the nightAnd so we pass on by the crimson eyeof great god Marsas we travel the universe