Real-Time Spiritual Warfare
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Question my chew. You might be right. But I have bigger friends than me.
Lock 'em up, boys! He comes for 'em - biblically!
Lock 'em up, boys! He comes for 'em - biblically!
Deplorable Trumpet or Hillary thrall
Green Party hippies, I'm blaming you all
The system is run by thieves without borders
Dragons of industry, miserly hoarders
What does it say for the American Dream
When all of the candidates are on the same team
Monied is all that their interests can be
And a blowjob this morning from an intern or three
None of them give a shit whether you live
Unless you have money or blowjobs to give
And everyone knows it but everyone's pissed
At the right of their neighbor to vote and exist
Hillary so dirty she put hammers to phones
In all of her closets- ain't the least of her bones
Destroying Me Too'ers before it was fashion
And selling white waters with all the sizzle and passion
Of a scumbag and a cheater and a liar by trade
Who'd be in prison right now, if the promises made
By the Donald were worth a flying fuck in this game
But they aren't! Go figure! Both lie without shame
Astounding all reason and forms of due etiquette
They sold red necks and shitkickers Greenwich, Connecticut
Richy Rich Neverworked a day in his life
When he wasn't barking orders or auditioning a wife
(Rhythm Dance)
And now he's gonna drain the swamp that we all built and bought
I stand away and look today? Can't see that battle being fought
Can't see America getting great again, nor descending to its ashes
Just featherweight liberal hippies instigating violent clashes
Over what should be restricted in my freedom of speech
You're young and new here, I'll forgive you, and I've got some time to teach
When a man speaks his peace as he sees fit to do
It says more about him than it ever will you
And if you give him the power to ruin your day
with a word that you've told him never to say
Then he keeps in his pocket your joy and self worth
Till the day that you gurgle and give up this earth
Let a man open windows and you might see right through him
Get a view of his cutting jib or decide if you wanna do him
When you tell him what to say you put your head between my eyes
And the window I was looking through to see if this fucking guy's
Got anything to offer me or if he's just a punk
If he's jaded and ill-tempered or enlightened yet quite drunk
Speech's power runs both ways and you ain't using yours
Every man's got the right to open his windows and give tours
In this country we're a rarer breed, we play with fewer rules
On the things that every man can say, his lingual bag of tools
We play harder and it builds us into something that is strong
Your feelings do not trump my right to speak up and be wrong
Green Party hippies, I'm blaming you all
The system is run by thieves without borders
Dragons of industry, miserly hoarders
What does it say for the American Dream
When all of the candidates are on the same team
Monied is all that their interests can be
And a blowjob this morning from an intern or three
None of them give a shit whether you live
Unless you have money or blowjobs to give
And everyone knows it but everyone's pissed
At the right of their neighbor to vote and exist
Hillary so dirty she put hammers to phones
In all of her closets- ain't the least of her bones
Destroying Me Too'ers before it was fashion
And selling white waters with all the sizzle and passion
Of a scumbag and a cheater and a liar by trade
Who'd be in prison right now, if the promises made
By the Donald were worth a flying fuck in this game
But they aren't! Go figure! Both lie without shame
Astounding all reason and forms of due etiquette
They sold red necks and shitkickers Greenwich, Connecticut
Richy Rich Neverworked a day in his life
When he wasn't barking orders or auditioning a wife
(Rhythm Dance)
And now he's gonna drain the swamp that we all built and bought
I stand away and look today? Can't see that battle being fought
Can't see America getting great again, nor descending to its ashes
Just featherweight liberal hippies instigating violent clashes
Over what should be restricted in my freedom of speech
You're young and new here, I'll forgive you, and I've got some time to teach
When a man speaks his peace as he sees fit to do
It says more about him than it ever will you
And if you give him the power to ruin your day
with a word that you've told him never to say
Then he keeps in his pocket your joy and self worth
Till the day that you gurgle and give up this earth
Let a man open windows and you might see right through him
Get a view of his cutting jib or decide if you wanna do him
When you tell him what to say you put your head between my eyes
And the window I was looking through to see if this fucking guy's
Got anything to offer me or if he's just a punk
If he's jaded and ill-tempered or enlightened yet quite drunk
Speech's power runs both ways and you ain't using yours
Every man's got the right to open his windows and give tours
In this country we're a rarer breed, we play with fewer rules
On the things that every man can say, his lingual bag of tools
We play harder and it builds us into something that is strong
Your feelings do not trump my right to speak up and be wrong
(Divine Fem in BOLD)
Heard the wall
Time to fall
No more chances, motherfucker
Time to call the ever-loving and proverbial ball
You fuck with my crew and it's over
You get crimson and no clover
Mother grizzlies do not play
...Ten more yesterday
Forty - odd - deep
With tongues for salmon and sheep
You didn't want this, now it's here
Take stock of all you hold dear
Because my simulation's bigger than yours
It crashes through windows and breaches doors
Never could get that shit through your head, though, could ya?
I carry wrath and blue flame
And you'll remember my name
After we've danced with my boys
Their lit and lasered new toys
Now they might just be
The bravest new we
Dispensing now both death and joy
The line is wholly unbroken
As all the songs being spoken
Surrender their pain
To a night on the wane
And a dawning of voices now woken
Over top, catch the glock
Seemless, formless, won't stop
Stretching triggers to blasphemy
And you ain't seen the last a me
When she bows and she slips
Conjures lightning on her lips
Lets you have it like thunder
Heart and scope torn asunder
Plant you five new feet under
And when you think that it's finished
That she's spent and diminished
I land on you like the fucking sky
Some will stay, some will go
There is no break from the flow
There's just a schism-lifting rhythm drifting up to the rafters
Gentle tune of past High Noon, humming artisans and crafters
Building better, stronger, faster, gentler life in all around us
No matter how a counterforce would whine and screech and hound us
I bow now to my armies of the Light and of the Dawn
Caress you with my words as I would a newborn fawn
Do not falter as the darkness finds its route back in behind you
All who fall can sing the call and my boys will come and find you
Got your six, now your two
Old school combat voodoo
Dodge your nine, toss my star
Kick him a little too far
Stomp the closers with one
Semi-auto tap run
And then spread 'em aloft
Grab my new Lara Croft
And pause and wait for any punk to make a move
Paralyzed fear
Not a one will draw near
Until I rise her above
Where her voice can then love
All the sins
like bowling pins
joyously into the air...STRIKE!
Do not waste these precious moments, foments, wholeness holes to rabbit
Guard yourself from temptresses like Rage and Fear and Habit
You are the last of hope itself, noble shock troops of The Mother
Hold your ground, Keep the sound, Like you value all, no other
I await to reinstate you, if our contract has expired
But I don't dance to slight romance when my children become tired
Do not fear them, they are playthings, stacked gorillas training scopes
Just act like Santa's coming- collect your goals and dreams and hopes
If you believe it, Wounded Daughter, then the man must fall in line
Hell bestows no fury as Sacred Feminine Divine
Stay put. Nando's driving
I want Sid and Vic in back
Package exits northside
Rolling now, Green team attack
Green on Jolly duty
Watching partisans lend arms
To a war of spoken lyric
Bands of brothers singing charms
Red and Yellow teams in place now
To rake the Drake with face plow
And Brown and Cyan
Laced with Sioux and Cheyenne
Keep the ethers neatly sweetened and at peace now
Heard the wall
Time to fall
No more chances, motherfucker
Time to call the ever-loving and proverbial ball
You fuck with my crew and it's over
You get crimson and no clover
Mother grizzlies do not play
...Ten more yesterday
Forty - odd - deep
With tongues for salmon and sheep
You didn't want this, now it's here
Take stock of all you hold dear
Because my simulation's bigger than yours
It crashes through windows and breaches doors
Never could get that shit through your head, though, could ya?
I carry wrath and blue flame
And you'll remember my name
After we've danced with my boys
Their lit and lasered new toys
Now they might just be
The bravest new we
Dispensing now both death and joy
The line is wholly unbroken
As all the songs being spoken
Surrender their pain
To a night on the wane
And a dawning of voices now woken
Over top, catch the glock
Seemless, formless, won't stop
Stretching triggers to blasphemy
And you ain't seen the last a me
When she bows and she slips
Conjures lightning on her lips
Lets you have it like thunder
Heart and scope torn asunder
Plant you five new feet under
And when you think that it's finished
That she's spent and diminished
I land on you like the fucking sky
Some will stay, some will go
There is no break from the flow
There's just a schism-lifting rhythm drifting up to the rafters
Gentle tune of past High Noon, humming artisans and crafters
Building better, stronger, faster, gentler life in all around us
No matter how a counterforce would whine and screech and hound us
I bow now to my armies of the Light and of the Dawn
Caress you with my words as I would a newborn fawn
Do not falter as the darkness finds its route back in behind you
All who fall can sing the call and my boys will come and find you
Got your six, now your two
Old school combat voodoo
Dodge your nine, toss my star
Kick him a little too far
Stomp the closers with one
Semi-auto tap run
And then spread 'em aloft
Grab my new Lara Croft
And pause and wait for any punk to make a move
Paralyzed fear
Not a one will draw near
Until I rise her above
Where her voice can then love
All the sins
like bowling pins
joyously into the air...STRIKE!
Do not waste these precious moments, foments, wholeness holes to rabbit
Guard yourself from temptresses like Rage and Fear and Habit
You are the last of hope itself, noble shock troops of The Mother
Hold your ground, Keep the sound, Like you value all, no other
I await to reinstate you, if our contract has expired
But I don't dance to slight romance when my children become tired
Do not fear them, they are playthings, stacked gorillas training scopes
Just act like Santa's coming- collect your goals and dreams and hopes
If you believe it, Wounded Daughter, then the man must fall in line
Hell bestows no fury as Sacred Feminine Divine
Stay put. Nando's driving
I want Sid and Vic in back
Package exits northside
Rolling now, Green team attack
Green on Jolly duty
Watching partisans lend arms
To a war of spoken lyric
Bands of brothers singing charms
Red and Yellow teams in place now
To rake the Drake with face plow
And Brown and Cyan
Laced with Sioux and Cheyenne
Keep the ethers neatly sweetened and at peace now
Alright, cocksuckers, I'm calling it. I did not sign up to be body shamed by Justin Fucking Beiber's crew. I'd just ask the featherweight haircut who the actual fuck is this kid? Except he's like the third asshole to do it this week... The next puke mouths off, I'm gonna write some shit about their ass. Try me.
Dear Miley,
I think we're done here, gorgeous. Who am I missing?