So waited...
In human color
The reasons of a fury, to be fated
A wish of service to an ideal, as patience's fulfilment

Clear the worth
Care for a stomached hap
Calls of when, we were the roles of earth
Comes with a friend, to same and laugh

The boding nature
Of a promises jealousy
Toward the final lip, of coming whole to learn
A wish, is for any who would the rise of anarchy

The race of shame, succinct
To the liberty of virtue, a heart of sincerity?
With creation as a name, a place of inclination
With the volition of time, came in words of simplicity

A wager of pomposity:
If a callous form to ethics is to be
Is a legend of redoubt, ours for a clashing lividity?
See the cope, the succor of avid live; collect a hold of identity...

I could’ve spoken,
could’ve screamed.
But some battles
aren’t mine to fight.

He saw it all—
the looks,
the lies,
the way they tried
to dim my light.

So I stayed still,
not out of fear,
but faith
that justice
has a better voice than mine.

Feds telling me to back off and let them do their job
Said I’m verging on being a vigilante,
I ask with no contemptuous meaning:
“But he keeps stalking her…how much longer?”

I was told that this wouldn’t be swift,
No information to share, but reassurance that this is of importance
I protest that I’m still being defamed
“He’s still saying I took part in scarring this little girl”.

They virtually pat my back and let me know,
no one with half a mind would think so
That I’m letting a troll win by feeding it,
So I lamented a moment, pondered next steps
And ultimately decided I should listen.

“Fine…but if she gets hurt while you take your time…”

They assured me things are moving, and I needed to place faith in the work
I smirked and shook my head, no words left.
The call ends, and I say to the reflecting glass with all my apps:
“I don’t even put faith in God.”

Strike, strike, the judges’ night!
Strike, strike, the eternal fight!
Man’s dust claims the starry light.

Seven sins, but hollow shells,
Humanity falters, yet still it dwells.
Wrath’s no sin, though hearts it swells.

Anger of man, a tide of woe,
Must rise, must break, its truth to show.

What is just? God’s searing blight.
What is true? The hammer’s might!

Strike, strike, the heavens’ spike!
Death’s grim laugh, a burdened hike.
Wrath’s deep truth defies the sin,
A forbidden spark, the soul’s own inn.

God spares fools who claim their right,
No judgment falls on fleeting dust.
Eternity’s court sustains the fight
Wrath for choice, for righteous ******!
Wrath’s the forge where hammers sing,
Strike Apollyon’s cursed wing!

Shatter hope that dares to fade,
Let nightmares bleed, let dawn invade.
A seed of grace, the holy blade
Wrath’s fierce will, the heart’s own quill,
Writes redemption’s fire until
The unending night is judged, is still.

The only thing fair in life is death,
It comes for everyone,
Young or old,
Good or Evil,
Beautiful or unsightly.

It doesn’t discriminate,
It’s not plagued by the modernity of society,
It is just,
And unbiased.
It doesn’t care who you are,
Or what you are.

Everything created,
Must be destroyed,
And what destroys better than death?

I'd like to invent

a board game with bad luck points --


if you were to lose.

One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime.

Can’t rest,
Eyes don’t close
Unpaid debts will be paid in due course
Haunted screams
Puncture the eardrums to a deafening ring.

I won’t stop,
No god in heaven
No devil in the kitchen,
Can shackle my wrath.
Death’s right hand,
Copper jackets piercing
Holes to open paths for souls
And I’ll ***** it all out.

This city is rot,
And they’re out there
Wraiths tormenting peace
I won’t suffer a fool,
To endure the truth.
I failed to protect you…
But I can avenge.

Punish those
Who think themselves untouchable
The chamber is loaded.

One batch.
                      Two batch

  Penny and dime.

This war zone of mine.

You are in the corner you backed me into                                                                   ­                                              
 How does it feel to wear the other shoe?                                                                        ­                             
Tables have turned & I'm not going back                                                                         ­                                                  
 to being the rag doll in your attacks                                                                     ­                                               
Who's wearing your pants right now.              
                                                                ­                                               
Who's mouthing off, feeling **** proud?                                                                       ­                                              
Don't you just want to take control?                                                         ­                                                                 ­             
                                                   ­                                                               
 See how really deep you dug your hole?                                                                   ­                                        
I'm sure you don't know what this is                                                                    ­                                                      
  I always sat there & took your ****                                                                        ­                                                       
I think it's about time that you & me                                                                      ­                                       
Changed our shoe's permanently

Isn't it allowed to

be angry, may I only --


hope for equity?