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Church Porn

forever seemed to long for me
so i chose to make it start today
i went to church, (which is rare for me)
and sadly for you, i ran away.

i sat through the horrible singing
even though it was by a professional choir
it was great going to a concert for free
but God, they have made you a liar

when i tell people i hate Christians
they wonder why if I'm 'one of them'
just keep reading my story
you'll understand by the end

you see, it wasn't that the music was bad
it was all on key and harmonic
but the thing that bothered me
everyone's actions were also melodic

they all swayed in a zombified way
and i tried but i couldn't feel God
i was trapped in the middle of a cult meeting
disguised as a church building squad

all that mattered were the numbers they brought
whether it be people or money
they higher the digits became
the more i found it funny

funny that 'this' is what church has become
funny that 'these' are the holy
funny that 'this' is what they make god
all because they changed him so slowly

the world doesn't hate us because we don't sin
by us i mean those who are saved
they hate us cause you act like you don't
and make them feel like we're enslaved

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Xxx Movies (In Iv Scenes)

i closed my eyes
and heres what i saw:

a horse being burned
by other horses
they all had the same owner
they all lived in the same place
but the burning horse was different
or as the others called him:
odd and EVIL

i opened my eyes
as i sat in the pew next to you

i covered my ears
and heres what i heard:

seven voices singing in unison
six of them were VILE
they cursed
and swore their blasphemous lips until they bled
and the last one
was so beautiful
it killed me

i started to listen
and realized today was your weekly Christian day

i closed my mouth
and heres what i tasted:

this sweet poison
intoxicating me
it seemed so perfect
(it wore a VEIL)
so i married it and consumed it
i felt fine at first
but the poison did me in
it burned and tore my flesh slowly
all because i chose the wrong goblet

i vomited
and never went to you again

i closed my heart to you
and this is how i died:

i emptied my soul
into your bloody rivers
i demolished myself
and made me you
i shredded my heart
so you could repair it
i died in their church
so you could show them
that you never told us to die
but:
''because of my son, you LIVE"

and there my story ends
and you have no part in it
evil, vile, veil, and live
are all spelled the same
(when coming from your pen)

but you are not the author
nor editor of my life
you are but a simple match
striking yourself upon me
with the hope to consume me in YOUR flame
just so you can feel better about yourself
feel better about you
feel better
please...

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Suicide Is My Only Choice (I'M Sorry)

i became a Christian... and now i realize... death is the only answer....


i hate to admit
that i live my life
it sickens me so

i found Christ
and i found him alone

i find it funny
that the church continues
to feel i should stay that way

alone

they banish me
outcast me
and see me as bad person

all because of what I've done
in my past

i love god
and i love Jesus
but sadly
i cannot stand Christians

they are what first made me
what i used to be

is it fair to anyone
who wants to be one of us
has to feel so bad
at what the church says
he must become

people say to live by example
but what if the example
is fake
and what if the example
is what is keeping you from becoming
what your meant to be

its sad
the church, that is
to see such a beautiful building
and it have such a rotten core

if people could only see
that the church is not Christianity
theres no way a person in there will set you free

only one of them can

his name is Christ

i loathe the fact that some of the 'christians'
think they are so worthy
to save somebody
but they don't realize
they save nobody
only THE ONE can save one from the one they used to be

i mean
look at me

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Yes, Yes, a Million Times, Yes I Hate You

new beginnings
are far to difficult
when the
past endings
have only ended to you
[and not the rest of the world]

i believe in THIS

you show me your life
but i ask
what is THIS

you truly love me
to avoid the world
but when you love me
THIS is causing the world to avoid you...

begone






fortold lies are prophecies to the men who give their children up to poison themselves
with their lusts

fornication...
your mind has become

question THIS

who ever gave you the right to live?




mock me
so i can see what i look like when i face you in those halls
the ones full of memories
i want to see the pain in your eyes [that pain that is your beauty]


yes... i believe that i give up in believin

THIS IS IT!

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The Sun Has Risen (And It Took the Noose With It)

infinity lost divinity

am i joking myself?
i hate it here...

stop


these voices wont shut up
they keep on talking
they keep on yelling
they keep on screeching their nails upon my chalkboard heart

amen for them those tiny people

i do not know what this is
a poem to a savior
or trying to create one

its not the latter
for i need not lie

walking down the streets
with streetlights overhead
i wake up in the morning
to find my body dead

it lays there oh so fragiley
with insicions running deep
it seemed like someone wanted
to forget me in their sleep

[or mine...]

the time to dream has come
close, eyes.

close.

leave this world with slumber in your head
and leave this mind with my body dead

control me
control this
control everything i never wanted anyways

cuz i dont care...

stop trying to make me you
you demon
you foul little item of filth

i rest here to refuel myself
transfuge my heart
for the bleeding
continued throughout the evening

twilight
such a simple word

is there a place that i can hide so everyone can see me?

cuz i want to be there
in the blackened spotlight...

pity is my apathy
my little remedy
the tiny thing that makes me feel like im happy
like im pittied

mockery is what i love to say
especially involving you...

hope to die
and hate to live

why did the chicken cross the road?
if all that was there
was a noose

goodnight goodnight
the sun has risen

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I'M Really Going To Kill Myself

now that i have your attention
let me state the OBVIOUS
i cannot kill myself with this paper
but the pen does look enticing
dont get me wrong
i'd love to die tonight
but then what would i do
with my eternal damnation
this is not a suicide note
cause im not dead (yet...)
im just informing the world
of the OBVIOUS
in a way
i killed myself already
the day i joined your group of people
you say im wrong
you say im bad
but then again
isnt it OBVIOUS
that you are the one that is judging me
and the last time i checked
to judge is a sin
OBVIOUSly you have no idea
of what im trying to sing
the point im trying to get across
isnt black or white
well actually it is
because there is no grey
so dont justify your ways
dont make your choices "okay..."
for mine are not worse
and yours are no better
and since there is no OBVIOUS answer
since there is not a definite
do you use the word conviction
only when it benefits you
hypocrisy is the OBVIOUS
at least in the few who have opened their eyes
and for you that still do not know the OBVIOUS
let me explain:
OBVIOUS in this text
is a representation of the
sick and
perverted and
twisted and
manipulated thing you call religion
christianity to be specific
if i do not see the way they see
i am evil
if i do not agree
i am vile
people never understand
what needs understanding
and now im a showing all
that the bible is not just a book
its not only a road map as some would call it
it is not the thing you made it
only one word can truly describe it
SCRIPT
that is what it is
no more
no less
so read your "BOOK"
and read your "ROAD MAP"
because you made me what i used to be
your eyes are sewn shut
which is more damaging than closed church doors
so open your eyes
and remove your stitches
and see
see...
see..........

TRUTH

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Meaning Lies Between the Lines (But Never Tells the Truth)

there are memories of old women being young
and there are memories of old men being hung
the noose was tied too tightly for
the memories shall be remembered no more
murdering the infants, and slaughtering the hearts
of a million unborn babies or  "embryotic parts"
life is death, and dying is living
but in the end we all end up crying and forgiving
forgiving all the ones who do the right things morally
we send them suicide notes, but write them formally

     dear to whom it may concern,

          i never kissed the razors edge
          and never hung from an old oak tree
          never did i swallow poison
          and never did you talk to me
          never did i dream
          that this is how'd it end
          but then again i never thought
          that dying was a trend
          i will join the congregation
          of suicidal brethern
          and i will push this kriss
          i will push it further in
          for my heart can bleed no more
          when it fills all of your cups
          and now i leave you with this:
          DEFICIO VIVO EST VICTUS MORIOR

                                           sincerly,
                                                 I

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The Scars Begin To Form (Thank You)

god gives us scars to remember what we've done


forever have my eyes bled tears
and always have i cried alone
and everytime i ran away
your open arms i called home

who could have thought
that your wrists would beed for me
the nails hit their targets
opening eternity

i have fallen on the ground
and it is far to comforting
raise me up, oh lord
this life of mine's distorting

i have new twisted views
or maybe their all lies
i tell myself to comfort me
as my spirit dies

i've tried to hold myself
but i cannot seem to match
the glorious comfort
of your unfailing grasp

i died before i knew you
and im killing me again
you died for me once too
but it did not end

you gave me chances left and right
you told me 'its okay..."
everytime i faulter
you love me anyway

you never shut your eyes on me
as i kept my blood running
the thought of you upon a cross
could never seem so stunning

but knowing that it saved this world
for eternal damnation
is hard for me to fathom
that painful sensation

you killed yourself so i could live
me, a worthless no one in this world
but you saw me more as that
of a tiny little pearl

i see myself in this mirror
and cry at what i see:
a person knowing what he's done
should cost him right to be

but you break these mirrors
everytime they blind me
and somehow manage to smile
and set the past behind thee

you love me more than me
more than i could love you
i love you lord with all i am
but that surly will not do

i cry at night for your hand
it always comes around
and when im lost in this world
i always end up found

and as my blood finally dries
and the scars begin to form
you turn to me and tell me that
you'll love me forevermore

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This Noose Named Jesus

before i knew what living was
i lived what i thought was life
and all i ever did was stumble
fall and trip upon a knife

just as the blade pierced my skin
the thought of you fell in my head
giving me one chance to breathe
before my broken life was dead

i opened my mouth to scream
but cries of help came out
it was then, i realized
what i was going to kill was about

the thoughts i had about you then
were all i wished would not exist
i'd bite my lip until it bled
to avoid you with clenched fists

every hate i had about you
drove the knife inches closer
so many times i wished to live
just to pray that it'd be over

i tried to run away to hide
to keep a secret all my hate
because i knew if i knew you
it would be my hates fate

the knife before me cried out
'hug me once and you'll feel fine'
but in your heart you knew
'that soul was and is and will be mine'

you were the noose that saved me
killing all the life i lived
you loved me through all the sins
i never thought one could forgive

a blinding light to see truth
was what i lacked just to see
through all the sex, drugs, rock and roll
in your house you wanted me

if empty never sounded right
why did i wait so long
to realize how much i needed you
and admit that i was wrong

you have called me to be the one
to place you round others necks
so you may end the lives they live
stop unneeded train wrecks

circumcise my heart for my sake
bleed your blood upon my life
shine through me so others see
you can save them from their knife...

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The Inaudible Word (...Fake...)

is this how you

[hide]
lie
act so fake

do you find it okay
to act like this
[to lie to everyone ::ourselves::]

you lie
to yourself
to me to make everyone else happy
[ignoring my ::our:: hearts]

cant you see what your doing
[to me...]

do you think
[i'm happy]
[its ok to be like this]

please
[i beg you]
either
be real
or be fake by yourself
[because....]
....im done
with this
[but hopefully....]
not you....

but its your choice...