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Vomit On the Therapist

Inside is his MIND that's riddled full with mental illness,
Hides intellectually supreme being filled with logic, intelligence and great genius.
His sorrow is that a man, one full of mankind's afflictions, anguishes, and tears.
The subconscience keeps the burden of all the lives lived throughout many hundredstudents of thousands of years.
At his core is a centered compassion, a wisdom, a perception, and the ability of an EMPATH.
He feels the emotions of others, understanding the fullness of grace in each little wrath.
The feelings are clarified in words delivered through the LYRIC and POEMS of his blood pen.
A troubadour is within him, as is all the souls of lives he lived over and again.
Building his temple, with the tools of honesty, forgiveness, and patience that is grand.
A foundation built through pain that's strengthened with in him for his towers that will forever stand.
A conscience that gives mankind a gift of their happiness before his own.
Debilitated mind illness overpowers his decisions by emotions alone.
Contradicting bliss with meaningless aspirations with mindlessness and reasons with uselessness.
His is the pain self indulged by the mayhem that blinds then binds worthlessness.
And still his minds genius allows him to know then learn all that he touches with an ease to maintain.
For he is about the thing you fail within the contradiction of salvation.

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Tune Within Your Conscience Self Perception

Yesterday's gone, overcome & chose to live as if every day's the last. Make every second count. It's true not one thought can be replaced. Look ahead & embrace tomorrow. Hold strong within, steady yourself in conviction so you'll always rise above the ashes of restless shadows. Bonds of unity cement lives together in fashions of trust. Grab hold God's gift & cherish those you love. Throw complacency to the dirt. We grow thru trials of pain & tribulations to become stronger in character with conviction. Freely give, expecting no refund. Truly understand strength within endures us to persist one's self with true morals & greatness. Admit mistakes & learn each lesson. Be pure in heart its where your soul resides, glimpse the mirror, eye's are portal's into the soul. See yourself as others do and always keep an open mind so that your never lose sight of the reality of what completes one`s own character. Keep an honest opinion about yourself. Never betray your perception of what's true within. Be confident that you are being witnessed by those around you as well as being observed by the infinite universe. Collect as many memories as you can hold. Rebel against that which deceives itself as well as you and others. Always maintain a loyal heart. Never give way to false pride, for it will eventually catch up to you and will eternally bring you down. Create an environment that pulses in great harmony and tunes itself to a honorable value system. Remain in the core of reality. And `please` no matter what the cause do not lie to yourself. Believe that which you think is unattainable can be within your reach and achieved if you take the time to consider all sources and all interpretations of what it controls. Consume a education of all things that are useful (or not). For it will in turn give you a honest voice to the facts and lead you with a reliable ability to communicate on all levels. Alleviate your character defects and harness your abilities. Achieve a realm with justice, compassion, and truth. Be the one who is above the constraints of a closed mind. Open the third eye and observe enlightenment. Vibrations consist of ecstasy and nastiness in constant waves. Chose to reverberate a delicate connoting of achievement, awareness, and hyper-consciousness throughout the course of time. Expel those whom mislead you in life, and those intended on demoralizing and destroying your integrity. Surround all of yourself (mind, body, and soul) complete with happiness, as so others compare you, and your life as the best of all aspiration quotes. Remember to s (laugh) at the little things. Incorporate a unbelievable connection to the divine, whether it be light or dark. For one does not exist and cannot exist without each other. My goodness is derived from my darkness. Oblivious to the concept of hatred. Hatred is only felt after the fear and pain, then misguided outward when in reality it actually is an inward feeling towards one`s self first and foremost. Most cannot conceive this concept of self loathing, as for me I used `hatred` to open my mind to what I felt was undesirable about myself to change. it is simply a word used in poetic and lyrical content to describe a negative emotion. I chose to love the world and all its inhabitants. Nature is nurture in its most natural form. Tread with dignity so then no one can never question your reputation. Change what needs to be different. Correct the red check-marked errors in your way. Deliver, decide, develop, and devour everything that makes life enjoyable and chose not degradation and deterioration. And do not deviate from the path your on. Form your own opinion and listen to advise from your intuition. Do not second guess yourself cause the second is not your initial thought. Behold, believe, beastialify your life with conceptual practice. You chose the road, walk down the path, and head in the direction that most satisfies your soul. Eventually all will lift the veil and reveal itself in it`s true. Consistently conscience, always aware, and continually lucid within my dreams. Even though we sleep, we`re always awake. Forever revolving from the 3 forms of consciousness reality, the dreaming state, the awakening from sleep state, and life when awake state. All is well inside my intentions.

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Isolated

Gone today even further tomorrow.
As Desolate as the farthest star.

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Interesting, Wicked, and Odd

How many times must a scripture be read to us?
So many ways they suck em in to follow and trust.
We're led to believe that heaven is made of gold.
I say heaven is without don't trust what they`ve sold.
The purest of hate, most evil is Wiccan turned catholic black in red.
The weak, the blind, the burning glazed in dread.
All sheep follow the next, like that life of a drone.
The simple mind cannot help itself if it`s left all alone.
The priest, the pope, the father's, and every single bishop.
A fact them fu*kers spread suffering, I've had enough.
No longer can I just sit and have faith in a holy religion.
There's one thing I know, and that`s they have never given...
A holy father, or a graceful joyous place.
My mind expansion is like that of cosmic outer space.
Misplaced every single person that I loved that has died.
I know cuz I've tried, and tried and have only cried.
Most times I was wretched in my life.
But I was awakened so I'd realize such strife.
How many fathers would kill their own son with such brutal torture just to be a God.
Surely you must find this interesting, wicked, and odd.
You should look harder when there's much more mayhem.
Why do you continually contribute and constantly pay him?
The same song for 7411 years.
Is so weird, as the sight of the Seer`s
How many times can the same story be the savior of man.
Every age span gives life the same fu*king hand.
I've been to the place of my real grace,
It is not what you think.
It took lots of time,
It tore the deepest of pain.
For me to vomit the master of the my insane.
Took it all in then realized my misguided path of destruction.
They perform black magic under these cathedrals of corruption.
It was me who was wrong to have been so disarrayed.
Where was your God each and every time a child or woman was betrayed.
By a church of child molesters and the torturous murders of women throughout it`s entire existence,
There`s an absence of god`s love and his power he displayed Egypt, no interjections like exodus with no interference nor his holy assistance .

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Free Will Eats the Fruit of Knowledge

Most would have you to truly believe, 
That I hated gOD, both you and them...Naive.
I don't have pure hatred towards him,
However I do have disdain, so I must parody his hymn.
No longer shall we conceive on our ancestral genealogy,
Instead we accept our knowledge as part of human biology. 
For if it be up to gOD, he'd have us dumb as dirt,
He'd deny us learning so our minds wouldn't work.
Slaves to the glade, and forbidden from both trees,
His path is the way that has us living in fear on our knees.
Denied by the fruit that bears the intellectual mind, 
The salutations from the snake released us from our repressive bind.
Therein we became wise in our restraints,
Realized that christianity is a religion that truly taints.
No longer are we suppressed,
We began to ingest and invest in a system that is earthly blessed.
Blessed by the  education of all we'll ever learn,
Christian's taught us nothinh with a holy hand would have us burn.
The one lunged Polymath isn't so evil and full of wrong, 
He is the reason we can know lyrics to any song.
Cause the Polymath was the temptation that swallowed his eve.
Enlightened our conscious, expanded our evolution from the brain dead dry heave.
Should you have any questions or need to be a christian, 
Then you will find that is was not the crucifixion. 
That saved our worthless lives from stupidity and the caveman mentality, 
Instead it gave us perception, forethought and individuality. 
Henceforth we rose above and became homosapien,
Thus the ability to love or hate within. 
gOD gave us free will and got pissed when we ate the gift of the  knowledge fruit, 
If it was to be gOD's way we would be as limited as the vocabulary of Groot. 
That's one way of looking at it from the supposed beginning, 
And now I'm going to take it straight to the ninth inning. 
With these christian's torment on the human experience and confession, 
Torture, smite and kill any and all suspected pagan recession.
Rape and rape and rape and rape the innocent ones, 
Some are daughters but mostly our sons.
Thus is the 3 reasons I'm mad at gOD,
How can holy men abuse and be justified as sparing the rod. 
I would not be the first to question this curse, 
We've been misled by man not gOD's scriptures in verse.
The Bible has been manipulated by mankind,
If you simply look at christian history you will find.
That they've perversely hidden in holy disguise,
Denying us the truth while feeding us lies.

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Expose the Juxtaposed Part 1

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72 Realms of Dopple Gangers

Then again, was a realm in tandem with another realm. There's no way to judge the distance as each one has a value of its own. Surrendering to the infinite vortex 'cause there's no captain at the helm. So much here is almost as if it were specifically grown. And in each and every dimension the crossovers they overwhelm. I suggest that you expand your span. Because of what happens is you start to see when this all began. So there are legions upon legions that ride with me, under my wings and on the wind. I guess you should have stayed there to see your other you, it is the one that is obscured. Yet if you pay attention you'll see there is in unending of you. Every time you see him, he is not aware of you, just let him walk by. If he notices the altered perception I*ll know he expanded his mind. That we are 72 immortal entities within 72 separate realms. And they are better versions, And each is just a little like me. The difference is I opened my third eye. It took a little piece of each of these 72 altered versions. Then I consumed each of them for their pineal gland, which caused my third eye to awaken. Enlighten your senses in each and every one of these dimensions. Seems to me that I entered the oath, and had exceptional abilities. At first it`s retained and so much more to gain. I hold restraint and collect my vaulted memories. Of course I can`t keep all this properly aligned, its just a smudge discombobulated. Then I have to recollect my teaching and be more refined when I find my 3rd eye, text books, and refresh my knowledge. You`ll see soon that I do and always had the lessons, I may seem to be underestimated. Just because I left it to be discombobulated. Don`t even fret, I got this. I can`t tell you specifics of the top of my brain. BUT I CAN do all of the spells, incantations, summoning, invoking, provoking, as well as all the rest. All I need is someone who will challenge. That`s when you`ll realize I too can do anything you can do, read a book, formulate and alchemy with a specified direction of the plain. You got yours in books which a great deal of them I read. Some, not all. My source for magic of course is easily delivered with a simple stroke of a key. Then blam! Wiki`s, documentaries, pdf`s and all other technology, it's all there for all to receive. That`s the moment when you attain this access to an upper realm. Follow each direction specifically and make sure to use the herbs and elements, cause in this world people has only two choices have a voice for the voiceless, or regression with obsession. I know which of these ones I`ll invest in. Its dictionaries, encyclopedias, thesauruses and the ALMIGHTY internet. All the magical things are accessible. All you this have to do is be quiet about the teachings and what actions and words that have put in its designated space. I`m known also has Ruinized9sdivine.

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A Valentines Amputation

Today is the day of February 14th,
So I'm making this card and it may sound mean.
Let's rip off an arm and beat each other in the head,
So the love we share bleeds out our stumps bloody red.
Then throw them far and let Ryder go fetch,
I'm rotten and filthy and you are my beautiful wretch.
While we indulge in a valentine's gore and plunder,
The whole time we'll laugh and listen to Six Feet Under.
So if this sounds fun than you know what to do,
Hack away at each other's arms then say happy valentine's to you.

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The Rapist Therapist

Therapy is afraid of me,
I'll write it down for you to see. 
The mental examination process of my necropolis, 
Abomination  of mental stability, into a thought abyss.
If you think before you act, you're ability surly increases,  
Leave your emotions at the door or you may fall apart into pieces. 
Don't question your intuition, 
It's your source of  ignition. 
Never mind the rapist (therapist) is a overpaid maniacal redirector, 
Got to realize therapy is the greatest mental  infector.
If you open your inner dementia so the rapist (therapist) can analyze,
A perpetual perplex will be your systematic demise. 
Never mind the emotional binding guise, 
It will decimate and brutally casterize.
Feed them intellectuals, then misdirect the wise,
A personal message from 'Ruinized9sdivine' in infallible skies.
We are the most honest hell bent on creation lies.
Variety of mental situations for each and every story, 
Truth in my symptoms only misplaced by Laurie. 
Cause I can relate the psyche of being awake and substantially weird, 
I'm sacred, old and gray just as my own growing  beard.
The things I divulge are true and accurate, and are no longer naturally felt,
Yet I extort the sleepless schizo realms that once upon a time I dwelt.
When I lost my grip I suddenly slipped into the void,
I understand the poseable person who is cursed and paranoid. 
As so the disturbance of such an evaluated  disorder. 
I have begun believing my identity is more older. 
Systematically directed the entire fu*king lie,
I never had mental disabilities and that is the reason why.
I created a psychological nightmare just to get the one single and still,
For insomnia is my own meditation at an unbelievable skill.
Now I'm stuck on several medications that only help me sleep. 
I've climbed that barren mountain, it's pitch is very steep.
Then I begin to refocus on the task at fu*king hand,
To educate the rapist (therapist) with my intelligent dominance  in command.
For I only feed them studies of those of my own weaker mind,
The fact that I lead them misconstrued so they can no longer  find.
That I have described a defect of someone full with mental illness, 
Cause I only have one, insomnia and nothing else is feel this.
So when they are classifying me I chose what it is they need to know. 
Then I misdirect them with poetry that I continually grow.
I give my own self the disabled labels,
I only want calmness, everything else aren't fables.

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Expose the Juxtaposed

The force of the righteous is full of the misguided, a forsaken realm to which we're never invited.
The gullible minds of weakness, led by their own obliqueness.
"Take your children (Psalms) and thrash them about the sharp edged rocks"...
Thus is one of the many reasons that I continually put forward these endless mocks.
I can't believe that an all loving, all forgiving God cast down the suicide self,
As well as the innocent smited children are molested, accused and abused torturers women, and those with mental health.
Justified in disguise the light is not as holy as it seems.
Consider them monstrous like the most horrific of dreams.
They need to pay for their mistakes and quit using our souls as the stakes.
Stop the infection, expel falsehood's, refuse the lie, accept it's contradiction and reject the reposed.
Religions built on scriptures, with words that are 96% fictitious and written by man then juxtaposed.
*uck me! I will not believe that the victims of the depressed and self-sufferers are to be condemned.
All the while the predators and the profaned are running around free and 'forgiven', no I refuse to pretend.
I will not lend a hand nor accept this malevolence as benevolence.
Mine eyes cannot live inside this disbelief or believe and accept a King James version full on pretense.
I could never have my own faith in this creation God, who is more evil than that of those so called "Satanist".
When you lay down the holy and unholy bibles... The laws, the sins, the rules side by side.
You to will be a cast that the supposed wicked have true morality, character, and pride in which to abide.
Devastated that our lives are denied by dreams and disillusions,
Some where in time we were misled straight into misinterpreted confusions.
Now that I have opened your eyes, you must admit I have no respect for your kind, call me... "Ruinized9sdivine , so sublime, I am, I live, I read endless chapters with endless cries.
Open your mind, unbind and unbind the eyes. Or it may be you next who comes turning dead.
For we are not the ones who believe everything that is said.
Now that I'm above you I can undo your disguise.
It's you, not us who has lied, or led the weak in this reprise.
Trust me I'm not the evil seed, or directed by their described 'Satanic' deed,
Nor does wickedness run in my vein, I'm older now and have realigned like Dave Mustaine.
I do not seek out to destroy or harm any and all.
I've awaken, And have decided to learn the lesson before the fall.
I'm the kind most kind and compassionate.
So I never take the guided light but that's irrelevant.
The darkness is the illumination that guides me thru the dark.
Admittedly I have been aware that I have the brandish mark.
My will is of my own, now that I'm away from my morbidly wrongful ways I'm no longer wasted.
I accept my path and my mistakes I've made, now that I've completely faced it.
I believe that if you are true, to yourself and selfless grit.
Then you're headed in the right direction.
And karma is the only fate that's paid as a correction.
The next life is a masterpiece of heightened awareness.
That's when you'll see that I have composed this a compatible contemptible fairness.
What's acceptable, religious lies, a sick compromise.
An infallible system in heavenly skies.
Not sure how much, in which to believe.
Irrelevance spewing forward, empty as a dry heave.
I ingest all myths, lore, and mankind's beliefs as well as many a theory.
And confess that religion confines are most dreaded, daunting and dreary.
I think if you're true to your own lot and you do not seek out harmful ways of destruction.
Then you will be above the hypocrisy and not left for its devouring consumption.