A World In Flames

As it is above…so shall it be below…
  • A RESPONSE
    First off, I would like to say that have no problem with Julian Langer. I think Langer’s quite great, a friendly sort of person with an outlook on matters that I think is lucid, well-thought out, and quite refreshing. Not to mention, rather bold (after all, Langer’s one of the few, aside from FB, and myself, who has the guts to say that “ecofascism” is effectively not real, a big lie manufactured by the communists to paint all radically dissident greens as Nazis and fascists, because let’s face it, folks like us are a threat to the socialists, and when …

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  • OPEN FIRE BEFORE HE CAN SPEAK
    Arrogance flows in your veins,The trust and regard thrust upon youDrives me nearly insane,I’d like to take awayWhat was bestowed byRed-stained hands,Turn it on your brain,Epitome of what a crooked cultureManaged by a bunch of vulturesConsiders to be a man,Need to see your jugular drain,Pride of everyone’s town,Lauded by even thoseThat should hate your guts,In your deranged attitudeYour family drowns,Hard-on for dealing abuse,More than those you killFor dealing your drugs,The country’s biggest supply of ignorant thugs,We remember what you did in Texas,I recall, too, what you did in Philly,Go into a hood or trailer park,Beat down and rape those shoved …

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  • DON’T TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME
    I’ve seen you around before,Jerkoff who used to trashWhat this isAnd what itMeant to me, and others like me,But now you’re creeping inThrough the revolving door,Yet I doubt you’ll stayPast a year or twoOnce it’s stopped beingFashionable for you,Hijacked by folks whoDon’t know, and likelyCan never know, this thing thatKeeps me alive…
  • GET DOWN (GET UNDRESSED)
    Cut our hands, and we’ll bleed the same blood,In the end, we all will be buried in mud,So quit it with the superiority nonsense,We’ve all gotta croak,Red spills the same hue from a slit throat…
  • YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL (WHAT’S THE COST)
    It’s a matter of fact that I’m going to snap,Leave it all behind and vanishDeep into the middle of the night,Never to return; why the fuck should I?You’re already aware that I can’t hack it,Pointing it out like I don’t know,The only difference is I’m gonna embraceIt on one of these dreary days,Just uproot altogether and go!Weeks are long, months areEternities; I miss those spaced out so far,Since I feel closer to them, those thatUnderstand; your attempts to know meHave fallen hilariously flat!As I write, I’m making my peace with thisDecision I’ll have to make and keep,I won’t say goodbye …

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  • TO OTHER FOLKS I CANNOT RELATE
    Millions of warm bodies surround me,Yet I feel so distant and cold,It doesn’t get better than this,Or at least that’s what I’m told! But in my time spent out there,T’would appear I’ve come to disagree,Day by day, night by night, I’mShocked by how unhinged they prove to be! Can I really count myselfAs another one of you,Would I, embracing the so-called realityOf my existence, feel it to be true? Love; it’s what I’m told toMeet you with, as one of my theoretical “own”,Freely give it out and dole,However, I find it difficult to love thoseWho so clearly lack a soul! …

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  • YOU WON’T LET YOUR CONSCIENCE SEE
    Murder minded,Stomach turned intoA cemetery,Intestinal tract isWhere they’re allFucking buried,The mere thought ofGiving it up, to you,Seems so fucking scary! Your appetite isBuilt upon genocide,Lacking any discipline; justConsume whether it’s grilled or fried,Not brave to consider the familiesRotting away inside of your gut,And you scowl at this mention,Too neck-deep in the mud toGive a fuck! Walking graveyardSustained by death,To live you must stealAll of their breaths,How you salivate at theBlood on your plate,More and more is all you crave,Needing constant murder to satiate! Don’t preach shit to meAbout liberty,Yammering about oppressionWhen you demand thatThey shouldn’t be free,I don’t wish to …

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  • YOU CHILDREN OF TODAY ARE…
    Dulling mindsTo the horrors outside,Keeping us locked in a cage,Quelling that well-justified rage,Going after those condemned to dieUnder the veil of a blackened sky,Acting like the law that youClaim to hate,Lynched bodiesOf the disenfranchisedHang in your wake! Another slew of kidsCross your path,More women coerced,Feeling your wrath,Pushing poison to the onesWho frolic with the same genderUnder threat of a gun,Eager to see ‘em all get fucking done! I’ve had enough of trying toUnderstand your side,Claiming to fight the systemWhile aiding themIn goddamn genocide! So many are crushed underThe weight of your boot,Painting yourself as a heroWhen really you’re a dictatorThat …

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  • TROUBLE AT HOME
    Day 1 “I found this…odd book today. Kept in the, er, religious/mysticism section of my library. Was on the prowl for something out of the ordinary, and it definitely would appear that I got my wish. Heh. Seemed pretty interesting. I decided to check it out. Take it home with me, y’know? Lady who works the front desk looked at me skeptically when her eyes caught it. Only book I’ve seen her act that way towards. She was also strangely silent towards me. Didn’t bid me the usual farewell or anything. No pleasant chit-chat. Oh well.” Day 2 “Started thumbing …

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  • HAMMER OF DOUBT
    “They’d never suspect him for what he did. How could they? Who really would’ve guessed it was him, of all people? Of all the shitbags out there, it was him? It just don’t make no sense, don’t it? Naw, clean cut fella like ‘im ovah there? Couldn’t have done in it. Shit, if you would’ve told me, I wouldn’t have believed ya. Part of me still don’t really believe it myself. Except…I do. Ya see, it ain’t never the…obvious choice, that does all this crazy sort of insanity, hackin up young girls, and chokin em, and molestin em…naw, that’d be …

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