Money spins in the washing machine,
Its how the gangsters remain clean,
but no amount of washing
can get those red stains out.

Actions had consequences
Now the rich and famous
simply throw money at it,
So obvious with no doubts...

Part One of Two

Dark thoughts are twisted
in the back of every child
black eyes we though civilized
is thrown into the wild.
Torn clothes thrown to the wind
protection glass cracks, failed sworn.

Sins are carefully placed
in the rubble of moss rocks
Silence is shattered by babies
stitched bloodily to the caves

The vile-ness as the bodies are piling
as the wicked keep on, twisted smiling
No worth can break out of the frost
And evil deeds grow the dead seas' moss

The new blocks the sun from smiling
All hope and desperation as they're trying
Darkness gives shape to cryptic eyes
The chaos versus the wisdom won't die

Who am I,
I'm no wish,
or a believer?
am I human,
an angel
or a demon?
The truth is,
the real end
of our suffering
I've witnessed it
Even been abusive
and end of the abused?
Been ***** several
and bashed severely,
Its changing....
redemption
making up for it,
to make the difference.
If you are truly
of so called black evil,
You wouldn't
have a conscious.
If you do,
you are human
or an angel.
Even Lucifer
was of high heavens
God's commander,
before buried under it.
We are of good and evil
and of God & Satan
and those who judge it
are not God but are hypocrites
who won't spare the darkness
just pretend of the sun-lit
into their own closets.
Throw the ******* first stone,
I dare you to take his throne.
Jesus forgives those who
are truly of redemption
and yet I see nothing of a show
but **** the witches of heresy.
And I say ******* *******!
Jesus didn't suffer for your irony
He suffered for anyone else
who wants and needs his redemption.
I'm talking true here of Christians
and yet few holy has a voice
And this is my cry for humanity
for the others calling deviancy,
so-called homos and lesbians
only ever called them ******
Its going back to days before today
Practices like pork and homosexuality
We have a thing now called condoms
don't raise an eyebrow here anymore.
Hygienically, far less risk of diseases
People shower now far too frequently
And pigs in stables are safe to eat,
Pork is on the menu for a nice treat,
Gay couples with their children,
and they are very much a family.


And we can give birth
to homosexual couples.
We only have ever had
two volumes of the bible.
They make better parents,
than the worse of rest of us,
even **** it,
better than our parental trust.
Read the ******* statistics
They are happier not in our families,
but in their hands and I think
its because, they actually
wish to be great parents.

I one wished
and hoped
upon the candles,
I loved it better
when they
were lit
upon my
innocent glow
before destroyed
of such eyes,
before they were
smokey dead
and snuffed out.

Everyone in this room,
feels like a stranger,
and I'm this flower
that never bloomed.
Everyone I have liked
are now all faded
How the memories spike
with petals I haven't.

Snow of white divides the black
of which I couldn't dare to sing,
A search for a holy night in a sight
that the coppers restlessly brings
I couldn't tame the holy light
that a new-sunshine finally brings,
This is what we fight for, not a tease
but the gentle of those little breezes.

I get so lonely
though I live
with a family
of us three.
It doesn't stop
my rumblings
to myself
pretending
listening....
answering
Like speaking
to a sad tree.

I've had tracks running down tubes,
into the moisture of her mouth
just hours before I lost her,
and I wipe away the tears.

You have hospital spreads,
to keep her comfortable in,
she was frosting at her mouth,
"Nothing we can do for her"

Hold on, as this adrenaline,
running down this tic tac toe,
Has to be a different result,
a coffee since loss of energy

Perhaps she timed it,
when 36 hours had crept,
and I needed caffeine,
and left me not wishing
but long time asleep.
If anything your death,
kept me awake for 72 hours
I would have killed myself,
for 12 of hours adrift
swapped in so deep.

Holy ghosts leave me to write,
as I can ration the written,
I can't keep this storm
since I was born,
This is not me
distinguished
Just me trying.
To be a better version.

under the sea-****,
where there are factories,
the seas are covered in red,
Auntie said not to swim in it,

The ***** and the fish,
was told never to touch it,
it un-nerved a 6 year,
bodies were a fear,
I couldn't play with them.

Their eyes were un-blinking
and I suddenly felt death,
their gulls were not breathing
and I started hyperventilating.

My auntie said to communicate
through them as the sea-shells,
could hear them still breathing
but the Ocean wasn't lying
and so I asked my Uncle,
He said straightforward,
they are in one way dead,

Close your eyes,
just sleep,
with your hair
tickling
my ears,
hand in mine,
relaxed,
beautifully
at rest,
Asleep
as I dream
in-depth
awoken
to your beauty.