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It’s called “Holy War”, “Jihad”,
Murder in the name of God.
Don’t you think that’s odd?
But what is a “Holy War”?
But a contradiction in terms for sure.
Since Caine killed Able,
The cards on the table,
Read “Dead Man’s Hand”.
Blood in the sand,
And blood on the Sun
By fools and tyrants wars are begun,
And not all the killing done,
Is in the name of country and freedom.
It’s the murder of a mother’s son,
The killing of a wife’s husband,
Tearing away of a child’s father or mother…
But God said to love one another,
Not to slay your sister or brother.
Rationalized evil deeds,
Planting foul seeds,
In our innocent young.
Handing children guns,
Taught to shoot the “Unholy Ones”,
Raised on a doctrine of hate,
To sacrifice themselves is their fate.
A “Holy Crusade” for Christianity…?
But there was no Christ in that insanity!
Thousands of years of war,
And what’s it all been for?
There are no real victors or winners,
Just losers, killers, and sinners.
Whether it’s a Holy Crusade for Christ,
Or Jihad in the name of God,
We all must pay the price.
If you kill for religion’s sake you’re a fraud.
Pretending to be doing God’s bidding,
But who do you think you are kidding?
It’s just murder for murder’s sake,
And it’s Satan who your soul will take…
God does not sanction the killing,
Rationalized in his name.
And Christ will not save those who are willing,
To murder innocents doing the same.
Religious zealots commit suicide,
Thinking they’ll still go to Heaven.
But they’re in for a surprising downward ride,
When it’s hell that they will wind up in.
For God is all about peace and love,
Only mankind is capable of hate.
A judgment will come down from above,
And all must accept their eternal fate.
Killing in the name of God or Christ,
Is like rolling snake eyes on the dice.
You can only really lose,
Not only your life, but your soul.
Eternal damnation is the toll.
But if this is the path you choose,
You may live inside a religious ruse,
And let the devil be your muse.
It’s absolute madness on the whole.
You’re flying in the face of God,
And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd,
That He keeps you at His arm’s length,
Though you try with all your strength.
You poor old wretched sod.
I’m back like jack in the box
Is it still called religion
When it is the truth
No, I am not using contractions
These fools offend me when
They come up with this s*** that we
Evolved from apes.
Happy Ape day!
I am about to act a monkey on these clowns
I am sick of these clowns with all of their big
Theories that mean little
This is what you been spending my tax money on
I am going to need a refund
Burn all the textbooks filled with lies
Show me the proof up close and personal
Where is CSI, Horatio Caine and the forensic files
I am bringing down your idea of grandeur
Grandiose fools
I had rather take my chances with Jesus
No apology needed
You went around the world digging up cavemen bones
But still cannot figure out how to make a bland of grass grow
More or less figure out how to create a planet and many more from nothing
Then create a rotational orbit that never fails
The most you have done is figure out to orchestrate a few stop lights
That is right they cannot even manufacture sand
I know God must be looking down from heaven shaking his head
“Look, Michael, the humans are still stuck in the middle ages”
We are in the middle of space trying to figure out where the hell to go to next
There are meteorites bigger than earth that can take us out
And you think I am suppose to be content with your big bang speculations
Bang Bang I need to shoot you in the head
You won’t die though because you have your head stuck up your ass
Bumbaclot, Rasclot I am about to start speaking patwa
I am deeper than the oceans without the oil in them
Go for a swim
See I am engulfed in your circle of opinions
Look at all the different species
God created!
But I guess they evolved to
Evolution is their answer for everything
“Well, yes sir I really don’t know but I have to pretend,
Here is a good reason why I feel this way and profess my
Opinions because I don’t want to feel like someone else is above me.
I truly want to be the end of all of all ya’ll
Let me sell you another pill to make the loneliness go away and I’ll take millions to the bank.
And the final thought of the day there is no creator.”
End Quote.
When they read this in 3008 they going to say a genius wrote it.
You are the dusk that masquerades as first light.
In the stillness of descending twilight,
your spellbinder's expectorant
opens the passageways of the feeble,
weevles like a gloworm
in dark fertile soil.
Whispers of memories that never were,
in a soft lament,
in a lofty raimant.
I am lost in the shadows of yesterday's song,
longing for a love that once belonged.
In risky fantasy,
I play your suspect invitation,
as a night thief with an accordion,
iron lung.
Too powerfully drawn am I,
unable to resist your decisions-
Wringing me dry.
Shift of weightlessness density,
snap-twang, propensity-thick and numb.
If I had just one last guess,
I am the cotton and you are the laudanum.
Why am I the salivary gland and the gum.
The wavering field of rye that a beast
tramples on.
Invisible chains they bind my words,
like a palsy stricken tongue,
grasping my chords with ghastly cords,
poetic enslavement,
thoughtfully borne divided by
my pasts sum.
Rosehips- tea soaked gingerly-
your spell lingers on SOS morose telepathy
morse code, telegraphed, telegaphed
to see your confident smile mockingly know,
peering into the eyes before expected wind-up
and mesmerizing blow.
Your fluiro-essences spores inliquidity,
wetness of morganite,
juices leeched,
leaving me in my parasitic derangement,
unable and unwilling to fight-
familiar arrangement.
Your jaded facet to sparkle
as a trophy against the light.
That which you neon flash to be.
From, for, to, too spun,
I am a sugar crop to make into candy
that you drool upon the lips,
as I drink you in
electroponic abomination splice of caine
and Hawaiian Punched Drunkenness.
Hey Kool aid, break through my walls
and offer your solution.
Stain my lips.
A fermented wavelength I will become,
dialing your frequency,
of restless dream,
silence of my soul's dark night,
moonlight beamer ride of twists and turns.
Some people never learn,
me being that one,
you being my classroom distraction
passing notes of gossiped ink of juicy gossamer,
till you are commanded to "release
this dumb- one, who knows not of lessons,
of touching what burns".
Oxygen saturates the skies breathing fresh air in my lungs and helium resting on my shoulders beckoning the universe to come. You can see hydrogen running down the street with pressure mounting in its knees and two atoms fasten together to solve the oracle before summer.
Formula O is standing strong with oxides buried beneath the earth’s crust, the animals depend on it and human cannot live without it. The plants cannot survive if they don’t get it. Formula O is getting scarce as the heat is raging in the atmosphere, respiration has come to a standstill and the sun is burning up all the beautiful daffodils.
N2 the diatomic gas filling the atmosphere with all that it’s got. Plenty of it is found in the solar system and sometimes it makes the lights grow dim. You can find plenty of it in the Milky Way and you can find it screaming in your DNA; the RNA has it too and it saturates in energy deducted from molecule.
I can see the cycle moving in the atmosphere and the birds are running around in despair, the sun is casting shadow on the ground, you have to know which path to run.
Ammonia acid, organic nitrates and cyanides, containing nitrogen is shouting from the cockpit and nitric acid, is waiting for you at the boarding gate so get the grey hound, the Caine, German Shepherd, Border Collie, Belgian Milionis, and Labrador Retrievers at the boarding gate before it is too late.
No confusion or disruption just gets a team of unmarked security to conduct this operation and disconnect the cords discreetly.
Many compounds are erected from the ground and industrial fertilizer is all around; they pollute the water system, block your drain and are causing pain but the tranquil skies are smiling at me.
The tranquil sky is releasing good amounts of energy so absorb it before it is fades; remove the obstacle and get rid of the debacle, and when the day is done you and I will have fun, when you throw your ring in my “cap” that will be a wonderful plot.
It’s the secret game of truth and lies
In that moment when your soul starts to fly
Take a stroll
Fill the void
Lonely Footsteps
Daily Grind
Got it on cruise control
Shadows cross the county line
Face your maker in that final breath
As all the blood rushes to your head
Making your body quiver
Sanity surrenders to
An undying dread
You let confusion and pain
Coupled with doubt and fear
Rule your heart and your head
But that’s NOT what the Good book said
Carry on pace yourself
It’s just a crying shame
The battles only just begun
You’ve only got yourself to blame
Nobody’s come to mourn
Long forgotten faces swim
In a sea of your own reality
Flooded with emotions and memories
Of those moments lost to time
Pressed hard in the cold
Swamped by neglect
Reveal a devastating deep regret
Carry on and pace yourself
It’s just a crying shame
The battles only just begun
You’ve only got yourself to blame
Easy breezy
Raising Caine
Nailed to the cross
Whimpering in pain
Loosed in temper
Death has become
The final contender
As the sun sinks low
And your feet can’t find the road
It’s all spelled out
In binary code
Slight of hand
and with a flick of the wrist
The jesters gaze is
hard to resist
Happiness’ just a phone call away
All in on that crazy train
Walking hand in hand
Complacency and cowardice
Are just enough
To make a good man go insane
Fire in the eyes
Hollow in the belly
Vacant room
Head full of jelly
Vacant room
Full of empty frames
Friends I have lost
Friends I have found
Love
Is supposed to make the world go round
Heavy heart and heavy head
Are just a ball and chain
Dancin with the Ravens
Singing in the rain
In the Belladonnas blackness
Only deaths cold grip
Remains
And as it swallows you whole
You are left there
ALL alone
To play your final role.
In Times Like These
Can I say something? I think my minds funky!
got me feelin like a caine junky,
but I stick to my mary and my peanut butter chunky,
like a looming depression i just can't link to one thing,
Brush off my shoulders, stay proper, stay shining,
OCD,
keepin' it nice and clean,
have my aura settin off a bright and powerful gleam,
cause im just not one to sweat the littler things,
guess I'm just on a mission for happiness and freedom,
but if i was really trying i guess id try and free 'em,
emotional things ive kept in my mental kingdom,
along with things I wish were said,
failed ways to move ahead,
habits i just couldnt shed,
its not a place I often tred,
thank god no bloods shed in your head,
there'd be enough to paint the walls red,
with the battles raged where common sense often fled,
When keeping my control of it all is a job within itself,
and i only take the position to monitor my health,
because peace within my mind is my own form of wealth,
and in life we come to find we really can need nothing else,
seems though now I'm running low,
keeping my mind running slow,
it's putting on quite the show,
so as much as I'm working on saving my glow,
the radiance,
I embrace the chance,
for a second glance,
allowing out that feeling of feeling entranced,
that's what will happen when you stop the chase,
decide to settle for one's beauty and grace,
you hope you found your soul-mate, so don't wait,
there's always less time then we count on,
we're all just hoping heavens not a big con,
not to offend, and not to defend, just not to pretend,
that anything is certain when it comes to the end.
You’d recreate a military hero?
Macarthur, maybe? Nimitz? Pershing? Sherman?
Or would you choose a leader from the past?
Suppose you went for Mussolini – Nero –
(I can’t remember what they called that German):
but stuff like this is happening today -
(the things that they can do with DNA!)
One rumour is, we’re getting Ethel Merman!
You’d vote for Conway Twitty? Not so fast!
My feeling is, they’ll hit us with a zero:
I think they’re resurrecting Peewee Herman!
From mitochondria they can remake a
Sean Connery, Kirk Douglas, Michael Caine
(the last one, stop the presses, isn’t dead).
You’ll never lose another LA Laker!
We’re dancing, once again, in purple rain!
For Clyde, revived, his object of devotion
(that’s Bonnie) doesn’t lie across the ocean –
she lives to rob anew! Should your disdain
extend to pets, we’ll soon have Mister Ed -
why shouldn’t we? Floyd Patterson, Ma Baker,
the Brady Bunch - George Harrison - John Wayne!
What bothers me is how can we survive it?
Reconstitute a monster from a husk?
Does nothing have importance any more?
They seize our human life and they deprive it
of all its worth. They take a mammoth’s tusk,
and somehow turn it into Lena Horne.
They tell us The Messiah isn’t born,
but next thing that you know, they’ve made Dean Rusk!
They won't bring back Rabindranath Tagore!
What’s next? you ask. They’ve managed to contrive it -
we’re stuck for ever more with Elon Musk!
I identify as the king who only kneel to God
With the puissance to smile with destruction all around
Frustration mental abusiveness
Still comfortably above ground
Humbled by the sounds of instruments
From friends who’ve been in this industry
With no recognition
Drunken me wanna know
how I survived without any guidance as the apprentice
Fire in my eyes I supplied a condensed shipment
Reminded all the time about the paradigm shifting
Detach myself from energies I no longer need
I find myself growing rapidly
This is my happy moment
I’m satisfied as a tree
Enhancing my smile doesn’t neglect my love for you
Chances of rekindled flames
I’m the blame for not being comfortable
The attempt to fill my shoes
Envious of my success
I can’t fit in the room
Elephants never made a good pet
Respect I’ve earned tarnished my approval of trust
Garnished my salad with croutons as we discuss something other than petty crumbs
Distasteful situations I debate on your demise while eating lunch
Granted a toll was payed for the admission at a crowded round table
Extorted most of my closest pawns in order to remain stable
I still keep the same force as Able
Caine in your nose
I suppose you awake son
I rather bake one
Then debate drunk
Love overpower my pace for lust
Even when I’m hungry
I’ll never supply my flesh needs against thee
I live my life sober and clean
but once was called a bean
I started with promise and hope
then found myself drowning in dope
I smoked a dart from a pack I found
that led me to joint just to be sound
I made friends with a bottle I bought
only to find them gone after we fought
I tried mushrooms for giggles and fun
then to lcd to talk to the earth and sun
I get bored and like to move a lot
so Crystal was great so I thought
I finally found a bag of cocaine
she's the devil I named caine
I cut my first line with a knife
then vowed to make her my wife
I tried to run from her sweet smell
only to find myself under her spell
I worked hard day and night
just for her love with no fight
I chopped my lines every hour
enjoy life with a new superpower
I went one day to share my one love
to a woman who fit me like a glove
I woke up in pain no later then noon
to my women with my caine in a spoon
I watched her whip something sweet
with a flame I'll try this new treat
I was mesmerized and in love again
with a pipe that looked just like a pen
I managed my love with a new routine
with friends and family calling me a Bean
I finally ran away from my two wives
but not until I drained many lives
I stand here today sober and clean
but still think of myself as a Bean.
The madman in the attic with his army of demons turned you into a drifter inside your own purgatory. You become a prowler in this strange world of blackness that consumes the children of madness, turning them into the living dead.
Shinning his torch of hate into the darkness but underestimated that you had too much love to be running blind in the land god gave to Caine you were forever fighting back, taking things to the limit. But in the end the promise he gave you ended up being an Impaler to your lost soul and the overloaded whispered rage took you into the strange world as dark and eerie as Transylvania at night
You wore a mask like the phantom of the opera, hiding in the darkness of this cold world. You began looking for a faith healer to take you away from being another menace to society, into an awakening as a prodigal son. You knew you had to forget about yesterday and just remember tomorrow, so you could turn your world into another life. But the Genghis Khan and all the other killers that lived inside your head keep making you feel like a wrath child. You screamed and screamed feel my pain. You yelled stop the war....the war you fight on the battle zone prepared to die by the gun.
riding upon your warhorse your now running free to your sanctuary
* now I shed metal tears...R.I.P Paul Di Anno
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