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cat killers
snake loving
mother killing
child bearing
doctor
stealing
meds away
bottoming
out
girl
to
stay
on
the
streets

this
is my home
and i'm not
going anywhere
until
my God
tells
me
it's
time

so bring it on
i'm right here
world
right here
right now!

c'mon cowardices
in hooded disguise
my father's political
demise
even he
wouldn't
stoop that low

just go below
the belt
and take
my mother
and my child
and my life
and take
it all!!

take it!!
there's nothing
left to take
but me
and i'm
right here
and if you
bend down
to this evil
sea
i'll pull
you right
in with me

so back off
five steps
now
world
i'm not
going down
this time
alone

i've got
everything
written
all my truths
are saved

i got a father
living in
his alcoholic hell
one town over
i got
rednecks
shooting guns
killing cats

i don't care
i don't care
i'm right here
take your best
shot
but do it
looking in
my eyes

coz nobody
is taking
this ship
down
without
God's
approval
this time

not this time.

my god
i've seen
more darkness
than a ghost
faking
halloween
and i'm
not stuck
in between
worlds
anymore
i'm right
here and i
mean every
word i say
and i'm
tired
of backing away
and you
call me
what you will
you send
me into
breakdown
hells
alone
on streets
so you can
have your
revenge party
on my time
pity
not
i spit
on the dime
you throw

i know
of all my enemies
and darts
they continue
to throw
and i'm
not running
away
i'm right here
kicking this
cold hard
ground
you stuck
buried my
mother's ashes
in
after
you laughed
at her
laying there
dead
you know
who you are
and i hope
you rot
in the
devil's den
coz it's
no sin
to survive
a total
lie

and i'll
not go lying still
when i watched
everyone i love
pass between
these bony fingers
on your
thrones
of fake gold,
you pretend
to hold
the truth,
but God knows,
God knows.

and i swore
on my mother's grave
and my grandmother's bible
and my child's
hair falling out
and growing in
and falling out
and growing in
an unsightly
rash
upon her skin
and i swear
i'll double
dare you
and you
better
start
your prayers
coz you
haven't begun
your descent
into
the hell
you made
out
of
my mother's
last ash
i'll dig it up
bare hands
blue
from cold
night
crying
on graves
mother's dying
in your hells
you bastards!
sell!
sell!
yourselves
now
to the
next available
bidder...
this life
of mine
i'm not
sitting
out on your time

those days
are numbered
nine.

you got seven.
i got the nine.
fold.
call it
for what
it was
a total lie
and i'll die
with my
purple cross
in my side
yard
and throw
your coons
and spit
out my
purple balloons
coz the parade
has just begun.
shoot the gun.

and hospitals
and attorneys
and judges
you failed
this system
railroaded
my life
into this
now living hell

and you are
stuck with me
and deal with it
coz i'm staying
in this life
and riding
out this box
you stuffed
my mother's last
dead ash
in

and i swear
you will have
to catch
me first
before
you drag
me into
your next
ballgame
where the bases
are loaded
like purple
dice
exploding

kiss it
goodbye
coz this
time
it's not
flying away

you got
five steps
to back off
now

coz
i've got
God on the scene
and believe
me
he's counting
the seams
that burst
your hell
wide open
in my life
of uncharmed
unluxurious
satanic
masonry

you bastards!
find me!
string me
up sideways
and crucify
me on my purple
cross

you haters
cheaters
stealers
of all
that is good

one cross
look at my child
and you are on
the hook
and i'm done
playing
one more time
and the dime flips
and the ship sinks
and i'm not
on this one

not anymore.
not ever.

you are not
taking anything
from me
unless
you go
through
God first

and you can't.
because
you have no God.
and i know
you all are.
there is nothing
that gets past me
in this life.

i have cat
eyes riding
my back
in disguise.

liars.
job
has
his
daughter
in a robe
with a purple
tie
and she's
crying mother
come and get her
it's hot
it's an oven
in a small
midwestern coven
worshiping
something
or someone
i never believed
in
wasn't
the God
i was
brought in with
and i don't know
who wears
the hat
the hood
the ugliness
inside
you bastards
subside
from your duty
the line
of fire
the call
of the arms
i swear
on the mighty
cross
to take
you all down
this time.

i promise
i'll not sit
idly by
while you try
to destroy
what's left
of my life.

one step
close to my child
and we
all go into
God's
chambers
together
to hash
this
out
in
foreign
skies
until
it
bleeds
red
all
over
your
lying
eyes

cowards!
raise
your hoods
and look
into
the eye
of the daughter
who died.

because
you killed her.
i'm already dead
inside.
i have nothing
left to lose.
by firing
back
from
God's
cannonized
heaven
that you
can't see
behind
your masks.

after we
are judged
in my heaven.
i will spit
you out
to your
private hells.

you paved
this ugly
hell for me
in your side
streets
and misery

i've walked
this lonely
path
in the
darkness
of my wrath

now you walk
in the mother's mud
up to the
crawl spaces
you call
your mind

i'll dig
with my bare hands
my mother's grave
and retrieve
her ashes
you spit
on
and we
will fly
and release
ourselves
forever
into God's
mighty sky

you pathetic
demonic
fools
who try
and take
the rest
of the blue
out your
black sky

next time
it will
be on my
ground.

if i go
down,
we'll go
down
in
God's
hands.

your pitiful
pathetic
disguise
unveiled
before
the rise
of the
next flying
ash
of my
flickering
hand
that
contradicts
the shifting
sand
in the
hourglass
time is
not eternal
here
but
the
purple
cross
will
not
deny
the light
exposes
the lie
time after time
when you
crawl
out of
your darkness
then kill
my kind
with love
next time
coz i got
the God
glove on
and he's
watching
with my
mother's
dead
eye
wide
open.

one more
time.
one more
person,
on my time,
then God
steps
in
until
there is
no room
left
in the
eye
to shine
and no
sound
left
but
the thunder
and
the lightning
you dead
in your
thin disguise
as you
lie shaking
in your evil
seeded sin
in your
backroom dens
where you
lie in wait
for the purple
parade
and it's
on God's watch
now.

you want
to get to me
you grow
through
heaven
and God
first
and you
won't make
the hit
because
you will
quit
before
you fail
to tell
your lying
tales
about my
serenity
and survival
i am calling
this out
now
here
i'll stick
the hail
storm
down in
the ground
and lie
my living
body in
and die
surrounded
by your
bullets
in my blue
sky
but i won't
be buried
alive
this time.

i've got
the dead
dirty sand
in my eye
from the
last time
you tried.

i'll search
this world
100 times
to find
my mother's
eyes
and i will
come back
and roll
them
with my
number nine
dice
and we'll
die
out
this
disgrace
in your
name
this
time.

you ruined
my life
my family
my child
you are
not taking
down
the rest
of my
pride
with your
tired
nasty
lies
of filth
and deceit
and disguise

raise your eyes!
drop the hood
blindside me
with your slingshot
grooves
you keep
missing
my eyes
seen that glory
that won't
even register
on your
thousand
dollar watches
made in Chinese
slave camps

and there
will be no
cause for last laughs
for there
will be no sound
but the clap
of the last
thunderous
applause
that rains
on this ride
in the purple parade
in God's sky

Shine On You Crazy Diamond