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Sweet Jesus, Crucify Your Heathen Boy

Vibe children, great defeaters of the pestilence
Cruise movers, street sweeping the mundane
Lock into the sound mash, light blitz frenzy
I remember
The Bible talk of the chosen
Bullshit
Sanctify the willing
In the dying rain of unquenched, longing lips, the empty bucket of the deserving
Find me tossing rocks at the abyss
Listening…
For echoes, not answers

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He Wants To Hang The Artists

This to hold trial for a man who claims to represent our poetic spirit
This to stand in loud and unrelenting witness for the sins of the man we once revered as Cat
And I to bear witness to the fact that the man we know as Yusuf has broken my heart

Hate, hate, hate
unrelenting
In the name of your supposed day-drift deity
Claiming murder or something like it for the authors of modern exhalation
I’m finished with the pious, the respectful, the reverent, masked, do or die prophets
Fuck your fear mongering, fuck your false prophet promise and fuck your intention to tear away the strings of my connection, my deep seeded full breath of society FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU
I am whole
FUCK YOU I am the ephemeral well-guided friend of the lonesome many
FUCK YOU
I am the angel incarnate of the scared and sacred
FUCK YOU
I am
Your demon dream nightmare
I am the dark concept of your burned out American Dream
FUCK YOU
I am your jubilant smile pushing up your daisy,
FUCK YOU
Hate will not, and cannot rule
FUCK YOU
and your twisted, warped
notion of God…

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