____© (Power)

In an effort to be forgiven 
A believer tries to convert 
An atheist into a God fearing man
When the believer is more at war 
With himself 
Than the atheist is at war 
Against a higher power 
Who is full of shit 
And who is on the right path?


Another life 
Another test 
Where every answer 
Is never good enough 
And the woman or man
Next to you acts
As your teacher
Samo samo 
(Same old shit)
Different preacher


Who's to impress who 
When we're all nobodies? 
What happened to 
Only God can judge? 
If God makes no mistakes 
Why aren't we all white 
Blue-eyed angels?
Is the real definition of homophobia  
Scared of temptation?
If a sin is a sin 
Why are hands 
With blood on them 
More guilty than hands 
With dirt under the nails?
If people are people 
Why is equality unattainable?
Why does every religion
Preach different rules 
Yet all claim to be right?
Samo samo 
(Same old shit)
Different day 


Who's to impress who 
In a world where 
Faggots are the new 
Jews on aryan territory
Nigga is the new 
White boy slang
Niggers are still less than 
And nothing more 
Than a dead man   


?

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Regression/Psychiatry

I live by the word 
Of organized noise
Heavy sound waves tremble 
As white paint 
Splattered in my face
I leave notes on my journey 
For others to read
I don't need to know 
What I'll always remember
I save a rock 
That looks like crumbling 
Flesh toned brick 
My keepsake opens up 
In the heart of Jerusalem
Under hot sun rays 
Passing by Stanford's 
Boy on a Camel
All my heroes are dead 
A piece of 
Who I was 
Lies in them 
It makes us 
Who I am 
My targets are precise 
I aim like daggers 
Looking to pierce 
And take for 
Future reference 


My naked skin will be 
Uniquely mounted 
On every pendulum 
When I return home 

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Doctrine

The flickering audio 
of the radio 
the dim signal 
of crashing waves
swamp rats rejoice 
as darkness falls into 
a bitter haze 
feet dry 
now wet 
soaked in blood 
of the swamp rats dune
I left without a trace 
wiped my footprints away 
with the meat 
of my exposed hands
bandaged to keep 
blood at bay   
skinless hands attached 
to arms cursed by The Mark of Cain
are never enough
to deflect the bullets 
from cross wielding arms 

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Fallacies

Caught up on the latest gossip 
Wearing the latest fashion trends 
MP3 player shuffles through 
The billboard top 40 dance tracks 
The newest version of the iPhone is old news 
From invariably probing the inbox 
For a text you'll never receive 
From a person you'll never love 
But for now you're head over heels 
And when you close your eyes 
You imagine your kingdom 
As an old school barber shop
Non-professional so 
The only cut the barber knew 
Involved a bowl & slightly rusted scissors 
And the combo included 
A close shave with an old knife

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Chambers

Habit forming pain killers 

King's oath taken by mouth 

Forgetting love 

Becoming free

An intercession into divinity 

Royal servants evolve mankind 

From enamel dust to golden ashes 

Over gardens and on 

The backs that carry lashes

Face to face 

Soul, too 

So full, 

I wish for half a heart 

Not this loyal chamber of shit 

Heir to the throne 

Disfigured 

Compared to 

Ancient busts 

Of the messiahs 

Of the temple 

Let peace be 

With the maker

Devour the blood 

Of the killer

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