Consequence Is The one or Two

 

 

Too many Nights I've had far too Much time To sit back wasted

Alone

And i stare at my Dirty Messy Floor

In the apartment I own

And A small Peice of me knows this artificial Place

Will never be the Face of my home

 

A nomad With no Name

I'l Remember the rain as i die

With a name No one Knows

And be back to the trees and the grass

in the fruit of my Wake

I quake When i bleed

Pale I know

That i'll never get to know

So i got to let it go

And finally I find myself In the Garden of It all

My home is With death

And I need nothing more then my thoughts and the stench

which alway come back

So fuck this Skin

and the pain it brings

I hate this bag of bones

And I love the bullet if only it goes through My head

To shut down The zombie

The monster

The carcass

 

I disclose My will and Testimony

Because I am Called and revevered lazy

But i can Make this music Perfect

Because I have a passion and something My heart Will completey

I devote While i surrounded myself in ashes

and blow out a cloud of Chemical Smoke

And Internally I'm clashing And Many beg that i dissappear and vanish

Because i was meant to die at birth

And made it this far

 

Even i am Puzzled

Because How i made it to this Point

Regardless of how many chances i've had to end it

Has got me reflecting

While my enemies keep wondering How I've avoided

Their plots

And how the hell Even with nothing I still fucking Manage

Despite the Mortal Wounds

and All the Insanities Damage

My life And existance

Has been something Fierce

My punishment Savage

Because While I get focused on everything i notice

The world Wont listen to a word that i say

because I got A truth And honest Word To speak

But its too Graphic

I got too Much baggage

 

Let me Rap about myself, And ignore everything that refers to me

And start Reading what I've said About you

Look back and think of the Way it once was

And see How you grew

And all the ways wasted

Being belittle and used

Up until the sweet and kind people we once were

Found themselves at war

Unwilling to Change

 

The flavor is crude

Now imagine if you Wanted to make a difference

as much as you wanted to get revenge or get Cash

Think of the Things together people Could Do

Forget My views

And start looking through the Eyes That see a world Which is Nude

Who do you Think Could benefit From the words i spit

 

One day i'll be killed for saying this shit

A president Coudln't Get away with it

So prepare for it Everyone

All hells breaking loose

Starting in march

And ending in june.

 

Gather Up some food

And Be prepared to see PEOPLE DIE

Fight Until You can fight no more

Otherwise

You'll starve in a box

While the Rich Folk make bets on the last one To make it out

Alive.

 

It's only Justified

Because You are all evil And stupid Penchulent People

And You never read the terms and Agreements Which actually

Could have saved your comfort, Freedom, Distress

But you see such a narrow reality

And tommorrow Is Only The reason you live

Because your Habits created a drive

 

With no will To live

And no Hands that feel Kindness To give

Or forgive

And yet No one Stopped to ask

How a book we've never read controls so much of everybodies lives

And if i say weird shit is going on

That makes you feel on edge

Then i am A schizophrenic

Take my Medicine

and lay on the bed

Mental Straight jackets exist

If i refuse to Listen Like you have done to me

I am Beneath you because I'm Crazy

So send me off in The Band Wagon

So you can forget About The Tricks

Haul me off to The Synical Clinics

 

I thought I was Human too

But i Get Loked away for My strange and unique Charicteristics

And my Resistance

Is what they really fucking hate

No gimmicks

I'm Finished

Do what you want

 

Kill me Since you read these words i say

Bastards and Bitches Should Just choose not to vote

And kill the fucking Politicians

Who the fuck Even Knows any other runners for The Campaign

Other than Donald Trump And whod a thunk Hilary Clinton

Did you know sex felt better with out getting a circumcision

I was not part of My dick and the doctors decision

But if we have another president

It wont matter

Because ones all about Business

And the other is about the Killing of all men

And a new world Order For Women

 

Comprehensive Bullshit

And Havock Turns out to be alot more Ordered And oragnized

than War

 

Anonymous

Thanks for showing me the proof

And waking me up

But my time is Running SHort

 

Agent Nine

 

Sending out the Call

Save our People.

 

Think of the Consequence If we take no action.