school key lime pie of poems whooo tryin to make a new journal entry
this is old
Misguided oracles of Man
Jesuit madness
Lined up on the cross
Given a thorn torn
Brow, laced with scarlet
As to accent wounds
Cracked ribs encompass
A man’s stolen faith
Decaying muscle
Of a fall from grace
Eyes strut his pain
Roll in the glitter
Settle in vein
Inflame the senses
Wrought society
What media implies
Allocution of
The execution
Forsaking Adam,
And eve, and the tree
Forbidden for its
Knowledge, and fruitful
With sin, another
Implication that
Ignorance is bliss
The exalted king
Rise from the ashes
Rise, hell to heaven
Become true prophet
Become the power
Within the steeple,
To preach what God
Decreed, but what he
Had to become, the
Icon of a religion,
Depended solely,
On publicity
noodle delicatessan
Ramen, the food
Of pestilence
Of loneliness
A quick FIX
Make and bake and
Shoot it up
The nutrients of gluttony
My stomach says happy
As my brain withers
The face that greets the glass
Recycled russet tears
The riot of my disease
Glossed eyes scream safety
Within passion of my
Greatest talent
Nothing,
And nowhere,
And no one
Where were we
How fast was I going
I could go for some ramen
And all you mother fuckers
Got me paranoid
Keep me paranoid
Lost in paranoia
Keeping euphoria
For at least 72 hours
How long can I wake
Without fucking crashing
And burning
And learning the true nature of my
Immortality
Where am I
On the streets
Looking through the windows
Of a country in fear
Hiding in the warmth of
The media dissolution
My drastic substitution for ramen
And I’m grasping my sanity
With one hand
And in the other
I’m loading my gun
Like Mr. president
And all you mother fuckers
Got me paranoid
Keep me paranoid
Lost in paranoia
Keeping euphoria
For at least 72 hours
How long can I wake
Without fucking crashing
And burning
And learning the true nature of my
Immortality
Misguided oracles of Man
Jesuit madness
Lined up on the cross
Given a thorn torn
Brow, laced with scarlet
As to accent wounds
Cracked ribs encompass
A man’s stolen faith
Decaying muscle
Of a fall from grace
Eyes strut his pain
Roll in the glitter
Settle in vein
Inflame the senses
Wrought society
What media implies
Allocution of
The execution
Forsaking Adam,
And eve, and the tree
Forbidden for its
Knowledge, and fruitful
With sin, another
Implication that
Ignorance is bliss
The exalted king
Rise from the ashes
Rise, hell to heaven
Become true prophet
Become the power
Within the steeple,
To preach what God
Decreed, but what he
Had to become, the
Icon of a religion,
Depended solely,
On publicity
noodle delicatessan
Ramen, the food
Of pestilence
Of loneliness
A quick FIX
Make and bake and
Shoot it up
The nutrients of gluttony
My stomach says happy
As my brain withers
The face that greets the glass
Recycled russet tears
The riot of my disease
Glossed eyes scream safety
Within passion of my
Greatest talent
Nothing,
And nowhere,
And no one
Where were we
How fast was I going
I could go for some ramen
And all you mother fuckers
Got me paranoid
Keep me paranoid
Lost in paranoia
Keeping euphoria
For at least 72 hours
How long can I wake
Without fucking crashing
And burning
And learning the true nature of my
Immortality
Where am I
On the streets
Looking through the windows
Of a country in fear
Hiding in the warmth of
The media dissolution
My drastic substitution for ramen
And I’m grasping my sanity
With one hand
And in the other
I’m loading my gun
Like Mr. president
And all you mother fuckers
Got me paranoid
Keep me paranoid
Lost in paranoia
Keeping euphoria
For at least 72 hours
How long can I wake
Without fucking crashing
And burning
And learning the true nature of my
Immortality