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Laurel (v2)

Oh, this thunderstorm here is no surprise
Lilith is for the hunt and she smells blood
Saving the grace of the Children of Sunrise
Fugitives of the left hand’s grasp of Ehud.

I was raised to sit down, listen and obey
And though these shackles were strong enough to hold a mountain
It came down to traits I simply cannot feign
‘Cause that voice in my brain filled up with pain is now shouting.

Oh those whackers!
Don’t they love it when snakes crawl beneath the grass?
Those mother rockers!
Don’t they love it better how it was then in the past?
They do, they do, they do!
Cause every prince needs a trophy princess to set on display
They need their mechanical mannequins to advertise their victory
To boast their ego as their golden halo’s glow beams blindingly like the sun
I don’t think these majestic pimps need a golden rod but rather a golden gun.

La-la-Laurel
When are you going to stop these men from claiming us as prizes?
Maybe when the stream of the Rose Sisterhood rises
Not until then, not a minute earlier, not an instant later.

Oh, this rattle noise here is not uncommon
Eris is looking for harmony and finds none
Unravels the principles of events to summon
Being sanctuary to those in need of a home.

I was molded by fire, steel and diamond cut
And though these pillars were designed to keep my monster confined
It came to the point that the weight abrupt
The pontifical colloquial symmetries of this cyclical cylindrical sine.

‘Cause every ruler needs a maiden maid right by their side
They need their long string puppets to put a on a good spectacle
And all the mistress they can get for the when world seems just a bit empty
For when their servants contravene after the fact they cannot find any sympathy.

La-la-Laurel
When are you going to stop these men from claiming us as prizes?
Maybe when the stream of the Rose Sisterhood rises
Not until then, not a minute earlier, not an instant later.

Oh how they ride inside their modern day cortege
As they always seem to be late for their own funeral
Well I should apply for a brand new confident entourage
One never knows about those things that might become ephemeral.

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The Appositively Hypocrisy

Still tired, bored with this pc world?
About all the fucking shit we still cannot speak of?
Still tied to, biting off your tongue?
You can get away with almost everything if you write it in a song.

Fuck tolerance!
There’s some shit I need to get off my chest
Be irreverent!
Still it’s irrelevant if you try to do your best.

These pacifist assholes always being violent towards me
Why can’t see the irony? The appositively hypocrisy.

Still in awe, up in arms about this?
You can only fight about what the majority agrees on
Still in grief, aggrieved about this shit?
You can’t speak the truth when everyone’s convinced you’re wrong.

Fuck ignorance!
There’s a lot of shit you don’t know about here
Be observant!
About how stagnant you become when in fear.

These political-correct maggots always warping the facts
Why can’t they see the bigger picture? It’s all an act.

They got us by the balls
Even if you profess yourself to be a full-time feminist
Soon your name will be called
When it’s time to jump off the ship and into the shark infested sea.

I’ve written a poem inspired by the world’s politics, science and religions.

The Satanic but Divine

Don’t need to show me your power
I’ve seen the twist and the falling
Go praise your lord and your father
I’ve presence the words distorting.

I’m…
One step away from becoming one
One with the root of all evil
Come teach me, to understand
How’s to sink to your level.

Your love for hate
To conquer and divide
For heaven’s sake
The satanic but divine.

Don’t need to reach to your tower
I’ve heard the hiss and the slithering
Go praise your god and your master
I’ve presence the truth’s withering.

I’m…
One step away from becoming one
One with the root of all evil
Come teach me, to understand
How’s to sink to your level.

Your love for hate
To conquer and divide
For heaven’s sake
The satanic but divine.

Your faith is a joke
One that is not that funny
As one begins to choke
With your lust for the money.

Your science and logic
To turn leads into gold
That forbidden magick
That sheds from the mold.

I’m…
One step away from becoming one
One with the root of all evil
Come teach me, to understand
How’s to sink to your level.

Your love for hate
To conquer and divide
For heaven’s sake
The satanic but divine.

The sign is a symbol
A piece of the triad
The sound of the cymbal
The spine of the dyad.

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Thalassic Tears

All that we’ve fought about
Has been a farce
Has been a dream
How foolish of me to believe
That there could be light
In these darkened hearts
That there could be life
In the cold and silent
As they get drunk
In their wealth and power
Having us trapped
In their hamster wheel.

While we chant songs
About our hurt and loneliness
They’ll be cashing in
The incentives of their promises
Cause left or right
We are always directionless
And the ones to help
Will always stay there motionless.

Back into the river
Back into where we lie lifeless
Deep down at the bottom
With the broken and hopeless
Collecting aquatic scraps
For when the uprising comes
To be ready up in arms
To turn your kingdom undone.

So let’s not drown
In these thalassic tears
Let’s us stand ground
And go against our fears
Cause when tyranny tries
Taking our voices and rights
That’s when we fight it
With all our will and might.

Accent

In the land of opportunities
Not everything is what it seems
Another seed born in duality
I’m the bastard son without a name.

I look at the way I speak
And I can see I don’t belong
I look at the color of my skin
And I can see I don’t belong
I look at the way I think
And I can see I don’t belong
My theological and political view
And I make sure I don’t belong.

So stop me at the air port
With hands up facing a wall
Say this routinely and random
To contradict any sense of being logical.

I look at the way you speak
And I can see I don’t belong
I look at the way you look at me
And I can see I don’t belong
I look at the way you think
And I can see I don’t belong
Your theological and political view
And you make sure I don’t belong.

When you hint you have a problem with my kind
You mean you have a problem with all of us
Whatever you mean having a problem with my kind
I’m the bastard son of the land your people raped.

Americaland

Burn the books
Nobody‘s reading them
Our tweenage generation
Will soon die down.

When words lose their meaning
In Americaland
Disney World and TV shows become a repetition
Of our boredom and ignorance.

You have accommodated me to conform myself
While subliminally feeding me stereotypical bigotry mockery
We’re not the equal, cause you have us under
And you just won’t move away to give us our chance to shine.

When history lose its significance
In Americaland
You can bet your ass they will deny their mistreatment
And sweep it under the rug again.

You have cemented the floor underwater to create more space to proclaim your land
So that erection can be a device of innuendo and double standard as you all are
Hollywood isn’t the only one selling sex this time
Our government is anally raping us clandestinely and publicly laughing at our faces.

When our rights lose their importance
In Americaland
Steeping over one another for the crown seems like an everyday thing
But it’s a thing that has been infiltrated for centuries now.

And now we’ve been conditioned to not take a stand
It’s been labeled as anti-patriotic to speak your own mind
But is it patriotic for Americaland to piss all over their people?
So are we their slaves and they our masters, and must we obey without ever questioning their plans?

I don’t expect many people to like this poem, but for those who know a little of history will understand some things that I’m saying here.

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Vantage Point

“Give us a ruler
One that is like us
One that is flesh like
One born out of sin and damnation
One that could die of starvation
One that hungers power
One to build us towers
For him to lead our holy nation.”

“In God we trust
For Him to do what we command
We don’t like holy wars
But only the ones that make us feel holier
So give a chance to other religions
Except for the one that makes us explode
We have tolerance except for those
Who would truly die for what they believe
However crazy we might perceive
So don’t choke on your popcorn
Cause this is going to be the bomb
In the meanwhile have some fun
Come grab a chair and enjoy the show.”

“Divide the land
This is not my people
This is not my family
These are not the ones I was born with
I won’t share what’s rightfully mine
Or let you take it away
I need a place to stay
A place to rest my tired head.”

“So grab your arms
This time our voices will be heard
This is a battle we don’t think of losing again
It doesn’t matter how many years
How much blood, sweat and tears are spilled
No matter how many are killed
We do it for the sanctity of our belief
For all we wish is to live in peace
Man vs man, this doesn’t make any sense
But we also have to come to our defense
I hope you believe as much in your God
As we believe in ours
I hope you’re ready to give your life for your God
As we’re ready to give ours
In the meanwhile pray in the night
Contemplate on what’s wrong and what’s right.”

“Us, “the innocent”,
In the middle of a war…
we don’t fully understand
Which side do we take?
Which people do we cry for?
To see a man murder another
Do you think we take pride in that?
Oh, I understand we’re a violent species
But that’s doesn’t excuse these atrocities
If the leader of a country
Has a feud with the leader of another
They should take it onto each other
And leave us civilians alone
I don’t see any leader taking a bullet
In these cases of hostages
All that I see is flesh to the bone
Bodies lying dead on the ground
And no one to be accounted for
Ripping us off from our human rights
Depriving us all from our precious lives
Dividing and conquering;
That’s the way of the tyrants
So I guess, for us is time to retaliate
So bring in the guns, the jets, and the tanks.”