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03-04-06, 05:43 PM
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Click, pull it, bang, was all it took
to leave a father, mother, wife and daughter shook
n’ lit full of pain
he took it to the brain
the rocky bullet that was rocketed into his body
after being skillfully aimed
holding the gun the mad man laughed and fell
grabbed at personnel and yelled
“see you back in hell”
and the carcass before it blew fluids from every orifice
the skin torn , ripped, n’ scared
and ****s contorted
but this only part of the story though: only its final chapter
you must know events before to know what might go after
you must rewind it: the events go faster forward, combine
your knowledge of this scene to see the story fully unwind…
2 days prior to the roar of the gun
he conspired to thwart the fire of the horrible sun
it had woken him again from the dream that would have taught him
the final solution scheme to each and all of his problems
the dream was God’s incision: a constant vision
and one day he’d know the end of it, but not in this one
cursing the light, he was first person in flight
because getting to work first was his morning delight
not that he was raring to go or that he liked his labor
it just meant less time comparing his life to his neighbor’s
see he lived in a rich hood, no one poor and licked but him
all of those *****es were more fortunate than him
all things better than his}frayed and old
everyones’ life but his paved with gold
but he knew at one point he’d be anointed with tall glasses
riches, gall, mansions, and God would make it all happen
so he drove to his entry level employment
performing a hassled task that he had never found joy with
his boss: an ass who handed who handed constant harassment
he would chew him out right before he swallowed him back in
other employees would follow his actions,
makin his life a living hell with a sorrow reaction
he willing to sell his soul to be giving revenge
he was living to end his spirit bent, hollowed, and fractioned
so he finished his 9 to 5 wishin his time alive done
cuz the more he tried to light it the more dark eclipsed the sun
but knew that God would brighten it, soon as the instant lingered
God’s hand would fix it, so he wouldn’t have to lift a finger
so fully intentioned he let all the bad essence
section his life to heck with spite as the weapon
see, all of his life was like this, his spark seldom was lit
cuz each hard part of it formed one hell of a *****
with a wife who had left him and his daughter a whore
a job that’s from hell and a house rotted and poor
his whole world of existence was somber and black
but he had gotten over it, he was no longer attached
awake was his nightmare and sleep was preferred
so as he fell to slumber his dream had returned
in it, he was surrounded by a hollow hole of loneliness
soul sucked through his eyes, hes alive but only just
in his pupils, he feels his spirit sucked through the back
but just then a spear of light cuts through the black
and as it gains focus…
it shows him holdin the loaded gun with the barrel smoking
but when a larger light soaked in, it left that vision broken
it forced his eyes open, he despised being awoken
he arose, and cursed the sun for its barge in
for the dream had showed him the method
but not the target
NO! this was the closest that he’d ever been
To seeing his final answer! He could never win
“God why wont you tell me how to nick the woes n’
send me a quick fix like an elixir or potion?!”
“why wont you just give me a better existence?!
you could take my life from unfit to rich within instants!”
“I deserve to live well, I’ve been loyal to you!”
And then he allowed his anger boil through to
Cause him to make a move of burning hate and fluent loathe
He picked up a chair and through it, strait through his stove
The chair busted it up: it sparked ablaze
But in his stark rage he just walked away
He slammed open his car door and began to roll to work
He knows he’d hurt someone
if stayed here he’d go berserk
but because of his slow excursion into destruction
he was late to work and his boss cursed and ****ed him
the boss told him he’d grown old of his games
he was fired for getting hot headed and lighting his stove aflame
the boss was too good at the villain he played
he’d taken income away with bills to be paid
but given his way of thinking at that point in time
the hate for his own life had toyed with his mind
he prayed silently “its my right of the world
stop screwing me God and gimmie the life I deserve!”
and he stomped to his car and got up out the garage
his anger had boiled over, now it would rot
everything that he saw he put into snide context
his nice side gone like a Jekyle and Hyde complex
he moved like the wind on the road blowing past it
but at its end of the heated race were only smoldering ashes
it was then that it finally hit him…
the damage that was caused by the fire in the kitchen
“God, why do you hate and tease me?
Just give me the final answer
and make this easy”
Not knowing what to feel, he was just tired
Sorrow and anger were fighting with him in the crossfire
He never cried, Not before nor now or later
His tears held back by walls of detached nature
But he fell to his knees “the whole place destructed but why!?”
And the damns in his tear ducts busted and flooded his eyes
He was, left in the depth of his cess pool’s bottom and distraught as he wept
He was running it dry
so he drowned out the word in tears and half full *****in,
until he was hit with a wave of astral vision
so once again he saw the light tearing the
dark apart there in the spear
he saw his answer gaining clarity
but when his eyes should be squeezed open by the grip of the sun
the light was didn’t awake him: an eclipse had begun
and without ineteruption he was whispered his full answer then
it seems that THIS morning, God had a different plan for him
THIS morning he didnt fight with the sky and its bright bits
eclipse: How could something so dark give enlightenment?
so that morning he awoke knowing the lesson he
had dreamed of so restlessly: he knew his own destiny
and though it had to be done now, this was the only day
that the solution would work, he still kept a lowly pace
cuz God had planned this all, theres no need for haste
he already had a magnum kept inside his trophy case
even though the trophy case had taken the fire’s bulk to its surface
Gods touch left the gun remaining there awaiting its ultimate purpose
and there its stands among the ashes not scathed, ruined
cuz God had burned his house to make a barren path strait to it
so he picked up his tool of fate, it gleamed in the sun
and went to perform the actions that in his dream he had done
he headed to church to prey on the Sunday mass herd
in a small religious burb, that’s where everyones gathered
they let him burst inside the church despite his gun
and he screamed to all there “someone’s life is done”
so he aimed and pulled the trigger, bullet bursting with fire
it’s a shame the place became the first scene I described
but who’s the corpse? Wife, daughter, boss or office being
his neighbors or an unknown force pulling all the strings?
Those guesses are all wrong though, each one of them faux pas
Cuz he decided to bite bullet and eat lead through his own jaw
His whole thought was his life troubles and it was easy to solve them
All he had to do was end his life to end all of his problems
With Severe brain damage, and his life fading away
He was full of happines: he’d been awaiting this day
And as the masses gathered he spat his last words
“thank you Lord for showing me the easy final answer”
he died then, and would forever be only a memory
but that was the price to set him free and they let him be
and as fountains of blood poured over a face full of clots
they realized the man wasn’t crazy, just too faithful in God
he had grown reliant on a being he didn’t know existed
and so he twisted his whole vision of the world and would just give in
he wanted god to do it all, so he prayed and that ****
waited for devine help instead of tryin to make it happen
and when he finally got what he thought in a dream and took it as God’ quick help
he was willing to let the lord think for him so long as he didn’t have to do it himself
I offer this piece as a sleek protrusion
Into the mind of those who seek quick solutions
I give you now some sound and humble advice
You may find your easy answer but it comes for a price…
Click, pull it, bang, was all it took
to leave a father, mother, wife and daughter shook
n’ lit full of pain
he took it to the brain
the rocky bullet that was rocketed into his body
after being skillfully aimed
holding the gun the mad man laughed and fell
grabbed at personnel and yelled
“see you back in hell”
and the carcass before it blew fluids from every orifice
the skin torn , ripped, n’ scared
and ****s contorted
but this only part of the story though: only its final chapter
you must know events before to know what might go after
you must rewind it: the events go faster forward, combine
your knowledge of this scene to see the story fully unwind…
2 days prior to the roar of the gun
he conspired to thwart the fire of the horrible sun
it had woken him again from the dream that would have taught him
the final solution scheme to each and all of his problems
the dream was God’s incision: a constant vision
and one day he’d know the end of it, but not in this one
cursing the light, he was first person in flight
because getting to work first was his morning delight
not that he was raring to go or that he liked his labor
it just meant less time comparing his life to his neighbor’s
see he lived in a rich hood, no one poor and licked but him
all of those *****es were more fortunate than him
all things better than his}frayed and old
everyones’ life but his paved with gold
but he knew at one point he’d be anointed with tall glasses
riches, gall, mansions, and God would make it all happen
so he drove to his entry level employment
performing a hassled task that he had never found joy with
his boss: an ass who handed who handed constant harassment
he would chew him out right before he swallowed him back in
other employees would follow his actions,
makin his life a living hell with a sorrow reaction
he willing to sell his soul to be giving revenge
he was living to end his spirit bent, hollowed, and fractioned
so he finished his 9 to 5 wishin his time alive done
cuz the more he tried to light it the more dark eclipsed the sun
but knew that God would brighten it, soon as the instant lingered
God’s hand would fix it, so he wouldn’t have to lift a finger
so fully intentioned he let all the bad essence
section his life to heck with spite as the weapon
see, all of his life was like this, his spark seldom was lit
cuz each hard part of it formed one hell of a *****
with a wife who had left him and his daughter a whore
a job that’s from hell and a house rotted and poor
his whole world of existence was somber and black
but he had gotten over it, he was no longer attached
awake was his nightmare and sleep was preferred
so as he fell to slumber his dream had returned
in it, he was surrounded by a hollow hole of loneliness
soul sucked through his eyes, hes alive but only just
in his pupils, he feels his spirit sucked through the back
but just then a spear of light cuts through the black
and as it gains focus…
it shows him holdin the loaded gun with the barrel smoking
but when a larger light soaked in, it left that vision broken
it forced his eyes open, he despised being awoken
he arose, and cursed the sun for its barge in
for the dream had showed him the method
but not the target
NO! this was the closest that he’d ever been
To seeing his final answer! He could never win
“God why wont you tell me how to nick the woes n’
send me a quick fix like an elixir or potion?!”
“why wont you just give me a better existence?!
you could take my life from unfit to rich within instants!”
“I deserve to live well, I’ve been loyal to you!”
And then he allowed his anger boil through to
Cause him to make a move of burning hate and fluent loathe
He picked up a chair and through it, strait through his stove
The chair busted it up: it sparked ablaze
But in his stark rage he just walked away
He slammed open his car door and began to roll to work
He knows he’d hurt someone
if stayed here he’d go berserk
but because of his slow excursion into destruction
he was late to work and his boss cursed and ****ed him
the boss told him he’d grown old of his games
he was fired for getting hot headed and lighting his stove aflame
the boss was too good at the villain he played
he’d taken income away with bills to be paid
but given his way of thinking at that point in time
the hate for his own life had toyed with his mind
he prayed silently “its my right of the world
stop screwing me God and gimmie the life I deserve!”
and he stomped to his car and got up out the garage
his anger had boiled over, now it would rot
everything that he saw he put into snide context
his nice side gone like a Jekyle and Hyde complex
he moved like the wind on the road blowing past it
but at its end of the heated race were only smoldering ashes
it was then that it finally hit him…
the damage that was caused by the fire in the kitchen
“God, why do you hate and tease me?
Just give me the final answer
and make this easy”
Not knowing what to feel, he was just tired
Sorrow and anger were fighting with him in the crossfire
He never cried, Not before nor now or later
His tears held back by walls of detached nature
But he fell to his knees “the whole place destructed but why!?”
And the damns in his tear ducts busted and flooded his eyes
He was, left in the depth of his cess pool’s bottom and distraught as he wept
He was running it dry
so he drowned out the word in tears and half full *****in,
until he was hit with a wave of astral vision
so once again he saw the light tearing the
dark apart there in the spear
he saw his answer gaining clarity
but when his eyes should be squeezed open by the grip of the sun
the light was didn’t awake him: an eclipse had begun
and without ineteruption he was whispered his full answer then
it seems that THIS morning, God had a different plan for him
THIS morning he didnt fight with the sky and its bright bits
eclipse: How could something so dark give enlightenment?
so that morning he awoke knowing the lesson he
had dreamed of so restlessly: he knew his own destiny
and though it had to be done now, this was the only day
that the solution would work, he still kept a lowly pace
cuz God had planned this all, theres no need for haste
he already had a magnum kept inside his trophy case
even though the trophy case had taken the fire’s bulk to its surface
Gods touch left the gun remaining there awaiting its ultimate purpose
and there its stands among the ashes not scathed, ruined
cuz God had burned his house to make a barren path strait to it
so he picked up his tool of fate, it gleamed in the sun
and went to perform the actions that in his dream he had done
he headed to church to prey on the Sunday mass herd
in a small religious burb, that’s where everyones gathered
they let him burst inside the church despite his gun
and he screamed to all there “someone’s life is done”
so he aimed and pulled the trigger, bullet bursting with fire
it’s a shame the place became the first scene I described
but who’s the corpse? Wife, daughter, boss or office being
his neighbors or an unknown force pulling all the strings?
Those guesses are all wrong though, each one of them faux pas
Cuz he decided to bite bullet and eat lead through his own jaw
His whole thought was his life troubles and it was easy to solve them
All he had to do was end his life to end all of his problems
With Severe brain damage, and his life fading away
He was full of happines: he’d been awaiting this day
And as the masses gathered he spat his last words
“thank you Lord for showing me the easy final answer”
he died then, and would forever be only a memory
but that was the price to set him free and they let him be
and as fountains of blood poured over a face full of clots
they realized the man wasn’t crazy, just too faithful in God
he had grown reliant on a being he didn’t know existed
and so he twisted his whole vision of the world and would just give in
he wanted god to do it all, so he prayed and that ****
waited for devine help instead of tryin to make it happen
and when he finally got what he thought in a dream and took it as God’ quick help
he was willing to let the lord think for him so long as he didn’t have to do it himself
I offer this piece as a sleek protrusion
Into the mind of those who seek quick solutions
I give you now some sound and humble advice
You may find your easy answer but it comes for a price…