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Here you go
My lovely child
So eager and wild
Ready to see the world
And all the ugliness it has to offer?
I have a digital snack to proffer
Touch, tap, and swipe
Entertain the predators on skype
Come in, come in
I wish to sin
Pay your fee
Grab your stick
And we all win
Lock and load
While I goad
For your digital load
Was it good for you?
If I may be so bold
Throwing gravy
For the world to see
Billions of soldiers
Leaving my pee pee
Look at the mess you made of me
To bad it isn’t free
I’m empty now
So, leave me be
Nap time now, tee hee
Eric (and sometimes not)
I will stand up to my golieths
no more excuses will I make
I will face down my circumstances
No matter what it takes
We are living in troubled times
hatred is abound
Mass killings has become a fad
Racism is on the rebound
We are facing our golieths
Life's challenges have been thrown down
We need to stand up, no more excuses
Its time to hold our ground
It matters not the weapons nor the words
Coming at you the Lord is on your side
Don't worry about the time nor the place
Your faith will protect your hide
Don't fret about what you see before you
Don't walk just by sight
Its time to face your fears
By walking in God's light
For the battle is not just yours
God is always in the mix
Be anxious over nothing
As there's nothing He can't fix
When the enemy comes at God's children
We Christians comprehend
We are not fighting the battle alone
Nor against mere men
Principalities seen and unseen
The Holy Spirit is in battle mode
As we stand up to our golieths
Its time to lock and load
God will always sustain us
He will have our backs
And no weapon formed against us
Can prosper nor distract
Walking by faith and not by sight
Knowing I am not alone in this fight
I now take up my mantle of leadership
Wielding not a sword but just my belief
I now stand up to my golieths
No more excuses and no defeat
Fu#king hell, I can’t hear - these screaming shells, this banging everywhere!
Jesus Christ I can’t even see the enemy over there!
Lock and load, squeeze the trigger and go these streets of brick and rubble, no cover or safety anywhere!
I can’t see or hear or be a fighter in this hell, what the hell am I doing here?
The thunder bangs, machine gun rounds, smoke and screaming everywhere..
Trapped between these walls the Tiger Tank seals the exit hole, I’ve emptied my gun on steel - the gunner turns his sights on me. Have I used up all nine lives… I watch his barrel turn, this god damn broken ankle hurts…
Oh my Jesus Christ..
…this is the end of me!
Muzzle the people while making billions
unleash a maelstrom of communist virus
into the veins of the harlot media tyrants
into the hat of power magician- politicians
spread fear-mask -divide the people
inoculate a frightened population
with experimental vaccinations
endless mutations-booster brigades
rinse and repeat-new age slaves
frighten-mask-silence-divide-globalize
turn abnormal into normal.
Stalinize the children
brand parents as terrorists...
groom their children not to think
to blindly follow Godless sheep...
where abnormal is normal
godisdevildevilisgod
menarewomenwomenaremen
While in our mental lethargy...
a man tinkling the word "woke"
in the stall next to the little white girl
who's being taught that she is inherently racist.
This is just the beginning, folks:
wake up mamma bear
lock and load pappa bear...
fight for the soul of your children
there's a snake poking holes in the nest
of New Eden
stealing eggs at your expense
fight for the soul of your children
slap the snake with the rake of God..
separate the wheat from the chaff
sprinkle today with the blood of snakes
Amen!
Behold the cold village watchtower fog
and holiday summer fields bundlin' hay,
the Officers Club back door buyin' grog
till all our money slowly pissed away!
Up the back roads hoonin' in the hot seat
and down Sparkin Hill runnin' on fumes,
or ride that city bus into Queen Street
after school up in the snooker rooms.
And lock and load shoot to kill in dead fall
the winged corpse of blackbird and pheasant,
when fools, tricksters and gamblers staked all
in the gamin’ rooms of Hitchcock Crescent.
Oh youthful crimes and misdemeanours
in Hillmans, Zephyrs and Cortinas.
And when the sins of youth had lost its thrill
I would walk to the house up on the hill.
In the bright burnin’ lights of the prison
runnin' like a fugitive in the night,
and as the last beer and hormones kicked in
so did crimes of passion in the moonlight.
In rush of young blood in curves and curls
between the sweaty bales of Percy’s barn,
where tales of turgid boys and bare-arsed girls
spread like the clap village rumour and yarn.
Oh youthful crimes and misdemeanours
in Hillmans, Zephyrs and Cortinas.
And when the sins of youth had lost its thrill
I would walk to the house up on the hill.
And in my rum soaked body and soul
hungover in my DTs and detox I lay.
Smokin' doobies of Acapulco Gold
sorely truly fu*ked on my bed of hay.
Through all my changes I was a dreamer
and lived a trepidation and a ruse,
but when she lay bare and I between her
I lived the dream in my puberty blues.
Oh youthful crimes and misdemeanours
in Hillmans, Zephyrs and Cortinas.
And when the lusts of youth had lost its thrill
I would walk to the house up on the hill.
Written: April 2000
Anxiety has me in a chokehold
Frustration causing me to lock and load
On the ropes trying not to emotionally drown
Life feels like quicksand dragging me further down
I’m on my knees praying for relief
Begging God to take away all my grief
I yearn to have a freedom in Christ
I desire to surrender to Him my life
I yearn to release my ways and my will
I need the Holy Spirit in me unsealed
I tried to do this all on my own
I now know I need the power of God’s throne
To shift me, to lift me, to set me up right
To strengthen me, to lengthen me,
to take away my plight
Lord cover me with the sacrificial blood
Grant me Your indefatigable love
I’m trading the pressure for the promise
I’m trading the panic for the peace
My hands are now wide open
I’m ready for the Spirit to be released
Fear is a memory, the future is here
Lord come unto me as I lay my soul bare
I yearn to have a freedom in Christ
I desire to surrender to Him my life
I yearn to release my ways and my will
I need the Holy Spirit in me to now heal
Fill me with Your goodness
Saturate me with Your grace
Let the Holy Spirit empower me
To possess an unwavering faith
I yearn to have a freedom in Christ
I desire to surrender to Him my life
I yearn to release my ways and my will
let a freedom in Christ to me be revealed
fill me with Your goodness
saturate me with Your grace
let the Holy Spirit infuse me
with an unwavering faith
cover me with the sacred blood
bestow to me your indefatigable love
fear is now a distant memory
the future is now here
Lord enter unto me as I lay my soul bare
I yearn to have a freedom in Christ
I desire to relinquish to Him my life
I yearn to release my ways and my will
Let a freedom in Christ in me be revealed
I get my mass shootings mixed up
every day-another one-
makes you somewhat numb
the killers are all much the same
lifetime losers- twisted agenda
so quick to place the blame-
They can plan and finance their mayhem
then claim that they're insane
spared the sparky chair and ball and chain
a lifetime of freebies...at the peril of my pay-
There's a pack of mad dogs lying in wait
ready to unload their unbridled fangs
time to (perc) up folks-time to lock and load
at least you'll give society a chance
when the next time bomb explodes....
Bernie and the hee-haw gang want to give these A-holes
the right to vote--
Weapons of mass destruction
a time for mass production
this is the way the world will end
in silence, this is the way the world
is ending in violence
chaos, religion, and super media
stars in a new world order
of electric cars and topless bars
fury for the masses
shatter the hourglass
as shadows are coming to pass
move foundations of rot
Lord of the despair hear the fury
the fury for the Masses
See them pave the fields
of gold, green, and dreams
in blacktop for a parking lot.
Poverty-stricken housing
built on the backs of…
Our Native Son.
First Nations run…
The first man of this land.
Time will watch seasons come
As the money will burn out
running out of time out of sanity
to watch this landscape
escape from light of morals
let reality fade, resting on one laurels
burning the flame, all there is shame
break the rock shattering of the tower
fury for the masses feeling the power.
Swing the hammer watch it strike fire,
fly into a bright brilliant sky, desire
money for the need, the need of the masses
This is the way the world will end
maybe in microbes or strip malls?
This is the way the world is ending
in the Power of Greed and entropy...
Lock and load the weapons of mass chaos
feel the bright sun explode
Reflecting in eyes gleaming watch
the bomb come as a cloud of death rises
watch the mother pray
Fury for the masses.
Money for the need
the need for speed
watch oblivion coming
watch the union of families breaking down
watch the government crumble in all its technicolor shades
the hope of the poor a better life dream, decaying
lock and load let the guns explode
Lockstep to the Government food chains
a world blinded by a kingdom of fools
hate rules, a child cries
Fury for the masses
this is the way YOUR world will end…
Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded
watching the media Snow
falling on tombstones
Blinding the world
fury for the masses
raise our glasses pour the wine
Lets toast the insane
in the consciousness
of the sublime the
memory of a nation
Watch the world burn
feeling the heart a blaze
see the child watching
TV of guns and violence
hear the music of deaths destruction
Heavy cords and screaming
reeling in Glee
Words praise darkness
in hallowed be your name
dark seed is planted
theory for the masses
Conspiracy is king
Shadows is Q-ueen
See the weapon smoking lies
in the streets a bullet in the chest
of the beloved the rain sweeps
the ashes away
fury for the masses let it snow
lock and load
The left is desperately trying to gain a foothold
on the soiled neckbones of socialists and communists.
The right rallies around their Donny guns
and high-wall, lock-and-load Tommy gun rhetoric.
Neither side is working for the working people.
They breathe and breed for their own self-interest.
Cleaving families, battering 2A and mincing babies.
Though our carbon footprints are rather large
we all dream about going green.
But my, how we adore our gassy SUVs,
bidets, gouty meats, and wall-to-wall heat.
We're all hypocrites of the highest degree.
Few are making sacrifices for progeny or country.
We stumble along in the haze of mediocrity.
Where the losers wear medals never earned.
We are led to our deaths by the swine of the earth.
Sipping plutonium from a shimmering nuclear cup.
That looks a hell of a lot like an urn.