Joe

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Poetry

The Killing Idea

Part One

The human populous is such a perplexing organism
A perpetual assault on history's sanity
Skin is peeled off revealing raw nerves
Exposed to Ideas detrimental to the self

The inhumanity in forcing nightmares on a subdued consciousness
Through them we create Apocalypse
A new home for history to spend its last days
A new world devoid of the presence of rational thought

Part Two

And the Father of Man will look down on his children with disgust
For His creations have gone and committed the ultimate sins
The blood they've spilled will rise up and blind God's eyes
Atrocities so horrid not even history's pen and ink can veil them in disguise

"And so Mankind shall perish
The same way it was made (with a bang)…"

                                                                                  -God

"With these words he will cleanse us
With these thoughts he will save us…"

                                                                       - The People


Part 3

Let me tell you a secret
We have all been brainwashed by the killing idea

Kill All
Kill them all

This is the new religion
Mass Media Genocide

The very instruments of salvation have been distorted and converted into weapons
Used to sway the minds of the ignorant and impoverished
Creating endless armies of drones, killing in the name of an idea
AN IDEA!!!!

This is extermination at its most beautiful
Unsympathetic, non-reclusive, nondiscriminatory

This is Armageddon at its most dreadful
Unsympathetic, non-reclusive, nondiscriminatory

Atomic Angel Choirs perform Humanity's last concert
Humanity sits in anticipation for the final notes
Chords are strummed with synthetic proficiency
Lyrics instill images of nuclear divinity


Part 4

A simple mind can't reform
An elusive lie can't restore
A common price we all must pay
A valued life we waste away

So quick to die
We'll burn the skies

Untitled, November 2009

Gather at the meeting point
Take all your thoughts and nail them to this cross
Pierce the flesh and let hypocrisy drip out
Drink from the wounds
Let the contaminants sink in

Your words escape your throat
And force their way into my ears
These are not the answers
Yet you preach them as if they were
Like typed print on my brain
You fold the pages to alter what they say

God will not be found so easily
Answers will not come so willingly
Search your own heart for truth
So much to receive and so much to lose

God-damn liars (god-damn cowards)

God will not be found when clouded by insolence
In the blink of an eye all your hope vanishes

Fuck you all!

We will not bleed for your words!


Children of God

Don't you hear their cries?
Louder than the weeping skies above
Sons and daughters
All so lost, and so distraught

And we all hear them
We feel them

The Children of God…

Devastated lives
Deluded by thoughts of their own demise
Prayers unanswered
Why are we here?  What do we fear?

These lives we lead will end
By our own hands…

THE CHILDREN OF GOD!

Always a soul to take
Always a life to fake
Always a god for whom to pray
Always a way to not be saved!

Who are you?
Who am I?

I wake to this tortured world
No one guides me, so I'm blind
I try but never get too far
In dark, I find light

Pressing against this fragile life
Chamber's empty but bullets still fly
Leaving no trace behind
Storms have ceased but still light the skies

In the darkest corner of our minds
We will witness the end of what we've never felt
And as the knife glides across our throats
Only then will we be saved from ourselves

Who are you?
Who am I?

Will you watch us die?

I wake to this tortured world
No one guides me, so I'm blind
I try but never get too far
In dark, I find light

So is this how it ends
Or how it will begin

Crimson blood pumps straight from our veins
Into the hearts we've always disdained
The godless joke that you call our lives
Has broken us down to the point that we cannot survive

Fuck you and your words they mean nothing to us
They fail to penetrate salvation within us
We're the lost ones, abbandoned by God
Don't tell us we're wrong, it's what we've become

Don't try to preach to us you're only wasting your breath
You never cared for us and that's why we're dead
We called for you once, but you never heard us scream
Now all that remains is our memory...

Who are we…
The Children of God

American Gospel Writer

In his hand is virtue
Virtue in the form of a pill
He places it in his mouth
The capsule ruptures
And out from the cracked shell
The spiders begin to crawl
Injecting their venom into his rotting tongue
His speech then becomes addictive to ears
So the masses gather to collect his words
And from them they form a new gospel

Dreaming

I'm still waiting
Waiting in my head
I cannot breathe
Breathe a single breath

I'll say goodbye, I hope that this World dies
IT’S FUCKING WITH MY HEAD

I feel so dead inside, I see the World as it passes me by
I'm dreaming of Sin, a Sin that I can never take back

Gone and lost
Feelings dressed in black
Hiding from those
Who say it won’t last

I cannot breathe
Breathe a single breath
Please tell me
If I’m truly dead

I'll say goodbye, I won't let you hear my cries
STOP FUCKING WITH MY HEAD

I feel so dead inside, I see the World as it passes me by
I'm dreaming of Sin, a Sin that I can never take back

I cannot breathe in this reality created for me
I cannot breathe with all this chicanery crowding me
I cannot bree…I cannot bree-heathe…
I cannot breathe, I don't want to anyway

I think I’ve had enough
I just want to wake up
Please wake me up
Someone wake me up
Someone wake me up!

I feel so dead inside, I wish the World wouldn't just pass me by
I'm dreaming of Sin, a Sin that I can never take back