Babylon Bitches.

Fuck babylon bitches backwards in the bushes and send them packing... with a slap on the ass back to their pads to contemplate the emptiness of their meaningless material existances.

The Witching Hour.

Awakening before the Sun

that witching hour.

In the still morning the dew lingers,

longing to be raptured to the heavens

the earth is waiting... 

anticipating the coming of its maker.

Alas, the light bearer pierces thru the darkness to summon the souls of the martyrs home.

Three Monks and The Sun.

Three monks argued for three days in a dark cave about who god is and what is his name. They got into a fight and poked each others eyes out with sharp sticks and not until the morning when the sunlight poured thru the mouth of the cave and warmed their bodies did they realize that they were blind and they wept dry and bitter tears.
...And The Sun spoke unto them and said to them; "You foolish men who build for yourselves a throne that you elevate above the earth proclaiming yourself a shepherd, ruling over your fellow man with your arbitrary words, you small minded charlatans who claim to speak in the name of a god who rules over me... Has not everything that you have seen, heard or felt with your fingers, from the fruits of the earth that you eat to the wind that blows and ruffles your hair, yes even that spark of energy that makes your heart beat, pumping blood to your members... Has not all of this come from my radiance and glory? Now you grovel on the ground... slithering on your bellies in the dust, you have been blind since   your birth. You are blind, deaf and dumb; you who are ruled by your greed and your lust, you are slaves to your bellies and your dicks...You will no longer rule over my children with your rod and your staff... I will strike your head with my heel. I am The SUN. I am the Star of all stars, the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, Lucifer, the light bearer, the bright and morning star. I am the giver of all life, the source of all energy. From I am I have you come and unto me shall you return.
...And the monks wept as the withered beneath the relentless Sun. The Spirits of lust and greed descended into the underworld, past the gates of Hades into the innermost regions of Hell as their bodies withered and were blown about by the wind. The souls, purged of all impurities, evaporated into the sky...ascending to the heavens, returning to the Sun.

B, J, and the D and me ...another verse.

Buddah, Jesus and the Devil and Me we were sitting in a circle sipping Ioaska tea when in walked Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu...The devil and Jesus were arguing about the fall and me and buddah were reading the handwriting on the wall when Allah and Yahway chimed in, discussing what exactly constitutes as a sin... and I said if killings so high on your list then why do you wage war?? and if there's really only one of you then what the hell are you fighting for?

where we gonna run to verse 2

The meek shall inherit the earth...although I don't know when...this old world so full of greed and hate and war and sin...Im praying to the Sun and Im howling at the moon...Jesus if your your coming back you better make it soon...cuz when there's nothing left, there will be nothing left to say...there's a new dawn coming but today is judgement day.

Star-Spangled Banner

Oh say can you see, Mr. Francis Scott Key, what this cuntry has done to me... and my brothers and sisters, fathers, mothers and sons we've all been enslaved by your cannons and guns...the soldiers they die and the slaves they toil...spillin blood for their nation and drilling for oil...the high priest gets the lamb chops while the officers divide the spoil...they'll sell your virgin daughters for a hunk of gold from the ground...your empire will crumble and your walls will come down, like the waves dash the rocks to sand crashing on the shore your kingdom will return from the dust that it came...you will rein no more...

Artists' Wanted:

In a world where the mass consciousness of society has been hijacked by ancient mythologies and fascist agendas and the population as a whole is conditioned into a servile existence...addicted, sedated and desensitized, wool pulled over their eyes by newscasters, presidents, and tel-evangelists...fed a steady diet of high-fructose corn syrup, drugs, and lies...distracted by the bread and circuses of Rome...slaving sheepishly in a deep sleep for an empire that is steadily crumbling around them... it has become necessary for the prophets of the age to step up speaking the truth with love and creativity...to artistically articulate the truth as we have  experienced it fully...standing on the shoulders of the prophets before us...the anomalies that screamed to us from a place of clarity and reason in this sea of illusion...the echos of our own consciences... we must voice our truth...we must paint it pantomime it, sing it, shout it, scrawl it on the concrete of our prison walls...the earth cries out for our expression...