New Creed
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part, but we see a deadly sin on every street corner, in every home, and we tolerate it. We tolerate it because it's common, it's trivial. We tolerate it morning, noon, and night. Well, not anymore. I'm setting the example. And what I am doing is going to be puzzled over, and studied, and followed FOREVER!
We're so hung up on this notion that we have some obligation to help the struggling black man. Cut him some slack until he can overcome these historical injustices. It's crap. Christ, Lincoln freed the slaves over 130 years ago. How long does it take to get your act together? One in every three black males is in some phase of the correctional system. Is that a coincidence or do these people have a racial commitment to crime?
All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets, and I thank God for this rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk. Don't ask me to pity those people. I don't mourn them any more than I do the thousands that died at Sodom and Gomorrah.
You're in a hell, and you're gonna die in a hell, just like everyone else! What sick ridiculous puppets you are, and what gross little stage you dance on, What fun you have dancing and fucking, Not a care in the world, Not knowing that you are nothing, You are not what was intended. I think someone should just take this planet and flush it down the fuckin' toilet.
Remember those posters that said, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life"? Well, that's true of every day but one --- the day you die.
An idea has been growing in my head for some time now: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again. Now I see this clearly. I feel like I've been in a coma for the past twenty years. And I'm just now waking up. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me. The kingdom of God is within me and all around me. It is not within buildings of wood or stone.
Split a piece of wood and you will find me. Look beneath a stone and I am there.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention. So listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up. Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man, I have nothing to fear and nothing to loose.
How do you expect to defeat me when you are but a man, and I am forever?
We meet at a crossroads in history. No longer will the wrong roads be taken.
We're so hung up on this notion that we have some obligation to help the struggling black man. Cut him some slack until he can overcome these historical injustices. It's crap. Christ, Lincoln freed the slaves over 130 years ago. How long does it take to get your act together? One in every three black males is in some phase of the correctional system. Is that a coincidence or do these people have a racial commitment to crime?
All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets, and I thank God for this rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk. Don't ask me to pity those people. I don't mourn them any more than I do the thousands that died at Sodom and Gomorrah.
You're in a hell, and you're gonna die in a hell, just like everyone else! What sick ridiculous puppets you are, and what gross little stage you dance on, What fun you have dancing and fucking, Not a care in the world, Not knowing that you are nothing, You are not what was intended. I think someone should just take this planet and flush it down the fuckin' toilet.
Remember those posters that said, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life"? Well, that's true of every day but one --- the day you die.
An idea has been growing in my head for some time now: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again. Now I see this clearly. I feel like I've been in a coma for the past twenty years. And I'm just now waking up. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me. The kingdom of God is within me and all around me. It is not within buildings of wood or stone.
Split a piece of wood and you will find me. Look beneath a stone and I am there.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention. So listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up. Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man, I have nothing to fear and nothing to loose.
How do you expect to defeat me when you are but a man, and I am forever?
We meet at a crossroads in history. No longer will the wrong roads be taken.