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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.

Autochthonous

Fear is your weapon choice
Calculating your damage control
One with an angel’s voice
Screeches like a fiend on a roll.

Your cowboy eyes won’t tell a difference
No, since you’re coming from the deep south
Don’t you love it when the present interference
Comes from the side of ones who own in oath?

White-wash your white-guilt
(You’re) a solid branch in your family tree
Just to do what thou will
Roots pay with their blood to be free.

You say it’s your “God-given-right”
To reclaim whatever it’s in front of your eyes
But you have built the foundation of your city
Over their natal graves and their stolen lives.

Fanatic skepticism applying
One assemblage set to take arms
Self-gratitude, exemplify denying
To think anyone’s safe from harm.

Your leather boots won’t feel a thing
No, since you’re dancing through the war zone
Don’t you love it when the level tilts vertically?
Sitting proudly, hereditary callous to the bone.

Bleach this box full of crayons
What can you draw when the canvas’ blank?
Whatever picture’s being drawn
It’s always set on the spine of the rainbow.

You say it’s your “God-given-right”
To reclaim whatever it’s in front of your eyes
But you have built the foundation of your city
Over their natal graves and their stolen lives.

Now you all sleep silent
Over the air where countless of voices screamed
Cause for peace you need to turn violent
So now you can rest, in your sweet, sweet dream.

Perpetual Predicament

Don’t lose faith in humanity yet
Someone will rise for the occasion
Once we’re done with that bottom dollar bet
And we’re up to our necks in duly deformation.

Not truly separated from the center
But severed and extracted from it
With fuel to add to our ill temper
No wonder we cannot find any peace.

This mechanical inception of you and I
It becomes part of the perversion that comes alive
One pull of the lever and the level starts to rise
Either you drown in it with dignity
Or sell your soul in order to survive.

Flick of the switch for things to turn around
Inane in here, a prisoner of my own war
But as we all fall down the bottom ground
We realize we were part of the problem from the start.

Not truly set on the pier base
But buried deep within the walls
Which might or might not be case
Of why no one ever heard my calls.

This ostracized intricate perception of us
Lays a pragmatic paramental parallel over our beliefs
‘Cause is there any out there left to trust
Shouldn’t be the ones who serve
On our pain and feed on our grief.

So come and put on your Sunday’s best
You might need to look pretty for the picture
We’re cluttered here with all of the rest
They bring down the foundation to break apart the structure.

Enters the incipient perpetual predicament
The never-found solution for this ongoing mystery
Adding up to the sentiment of ambivalence
And so we go on living under such incensing misery.

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.

Pierce in the Veil

This tunnel seems like a two way street
Where unknown faces get the meet
And a “hi” and smile can bright your day
So sometimes you don’t need to pretend when they
Ask about you and you say you’re “doing okay”

This seems like practicing to a wall
With all the times you think to call
And the phone beeps with words on a screen
Comes asking that awaited question “how have you been?”
“It’s been a long time we haven’t spoken or seen”

Your mind gets caught in a net
While floating somewhere around that trajectory set
Of thoughts that makes you feel so complete
“I hope this letter gets to you and you get to read.”

The airwaves have been blaring on
While somebody catches it and writes a song
Something that inspired them to think of you
Is that pierce in the veil that makes them look
That makes them aware that such surmise might be true.

Honest Mistake

In the gap where the soul is supposed to be
I’ve found a piece of flesh that fits perfectly
So tender, so young and so full of life
And whenever it cries, it cries right by my side.

And I tried to stop it, but it comes like an ocean
Washing away the line drawn on the sand
And I am left with a very well and honest intention
That turns into perversion in the eyes
Of the ones whose hearts are filled with hatred
Jealousy, lies, and all kind of devices
Designed to break down every machinery,
Every flexing muscle that wishes to build up.

And I’m left with the shame and the thought
That makes me believe that this was a mistake
And no man and woman should ever be friends
Just tear down the pages and forget what I did, what I said.

And I tried to define it, but it came to me like a storm
So fragile, so strong, so full of internal struggle
And me, as addicted as a wounded loser would be
I tried to save her from the things I couldn’t save myself.
So laugh at me, you evil intentioned, evil minded
Victims of the events that I did not cause
But no matter, I am to blame, for I am of the race
Who would hurt another for the pleasure of taking advantage.

And I’m left with the guilt and the thought
That makes me believe that I should have never
Tried to figure out this men and women thing; honest mistake
Just burn down the pictures that reminds you of what I did, what I said.

This division that you made for me
I should’ve never tried to fix it
This division that you have created
I should’ve never tried to put it back together.