So, Are You Sick And Tired Of:

Numbers 8:1–12:16: Wounding Word

Spending time to kill time lost on time spent on those having time to be super serpents
I’ve crawled along my last wheel rut having to get out from under your snake’s belly
You’ve kissed me for the last time with your Judas lips of poisonous words
As I’ve seen your shadow in the mirror and your image whilst gone still scars the ground
I have listened for the final time, those repeating with willful ignorance your lies

Those having worship your Pain Merchant days of cancerous ways
Showing no difference of those blissfully denying having volunteering
to man the Auschwitz showers
You’re all authors of heresy, no amount of clean dead bodies
will ever gift to you heavenly powers

You’ve lied to your own soul, having dug yourself an endless hole
from which pours the molted drama created for an audience
themselves, flesh eating worms dying for the taste of soft marrow
blinded by the smoke and mirrors of your pretense but this sweet union
dies with your yesterday because for me, today, is your tomorrow

All family blood lines eventually comes to an end
some by natural selection other by purposeful defection
Blood in fact may be thicker than water but at its base
A Friend not unlike water is connected by something
much more powerful than you’ll ever understand
it’s the bridge across your hate the unquestionable power of ONE~




Choose Living Over Existing(CLOE)Gender Free Writer(GFW), MartialArts-Auth"The Spirit That Guides Us" "Noir AM""The Lottery"

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