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poetry
dark poetry
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a bone reading
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cat pics (MAYBE?)
The racist
The bigot
The mayonnaise jerk
Talked a lot of shit
Oops
Now he's neckless
Shoulda stayed home
Shoulda did that circle jerk
No more bitching
No more talking
No more work
Hooray Hooray
No more Charlie Kirk
He's dead
Gone
Neckless
Sleep In Poo
You cunt
Ha,Ha,Ha!
Fuck you!!
The racist
The bigot
The mayonnaise jerk
Talked a lot of shit
Oops
Now he's neckless
Shoulda stayed home
Shoulda did that circle jerk
No more bitching
No more talking
No more work
Hooray Hooray
No more Charlie Kirk
He's dead
Gone
Neckless
Sleep In Poo
You cunt
Ha,Ha,Ha!
Fuck you!!
this is is why i don't like you motherfuckers
cause why don't assume that when you hangout w your homeboy?
this is is why i don't like you motherfuckers
cause why don't assume that when you hangout w your homeboy?
I see you
I adore you
I appreciate you
I love you
You're my brothers
You're my sisters
You're my aunts
You're my uncles
You're my cousins
My nieces and nephews
I see you
FAMILY
I see you
I see you
I adore you
I appreciate you
I love you
You're my brothers
You're my sisters
You're my aunts
You're my uncles
You're my cousins
My nieces and nephews
I see you
FAMILY
I see you
Always practice your dark craft in silence. Never let the enemy be aware of your actions, or your intentions. Stay in the shadows.
Always practice your dark craft in silence. Never let the enemy be aware of your actions, or your intentions. Stay in the shadows.
The Baron guides me when I need it
Papa Legba and I talk when I go to the crossroads
They are with me.
I know them.
I feel them.
I love them.
I don't feel your christ.
I don't know your christ
I don't love your christ.
I hate your christ.
I am FREE of your christ
The Baron guides me when I need it
Papa Legba and I talk when I go to the crossroads
They are with me.
I know them.
I feel them.
I love them.
I don't feel your christ.
I don't know your christ
I don't love your christ.
I hate your christ.
I am FREE of your christ
I see you
Showing your ass
Stupidly
Ignorantly
Buck-broken black man
I see you
Working for the oppressor
Swallowing
Every drop
Buck-broken black man
I see you
With your badge
And your gun
Defending your master
Ain't that fun ?
I see you
Buck-broken house n****r
I SEE YOU
I do.
I see you
Showing your ass
Stupidly
Ignorantly
Buck-broken black man
I see you
Working for the oppressor
Swallowing
Every drop
Buck-broken black man
I see you
With your badge
And your gun
Defending your master
Ain't that fun ?
I see you
Buck-broken house n****r
I SEE YOU
I do.
- Dicta Conjura (Tenets 1 and 2)
- Beautiful Blasphemy No.1
- 'Throw'n Shade' (a conjur story)
- 'Raped by Christ' (Horror Poetry)
- Dicta Conjura (Tenets 1 and 2)
- Beautiful Blasphemy No.1
- 'Throw'n Shade' (a conjur story)
- 'Raped by Christ' (Horror Poetry)
- Dicta Conjura (Tenets 1 and 2)
- Beautiful Blasphemy No.1
- 'Throw'n Shade' (a conjur story)
- 'Raped by Christ' (Horror Poetry)
- Dicta Conjura (Tenets 1 and 2)
- Beautiful Blasphemy No.1
- 'Throw'n Shade' (a conjur story)
- 'Raped by Christ' (Horror Poetry)
I see you
Showing your ass
Stupidly
Ignorantly
Buck-broken black man
I see you
Working for the oppressor
Swallowing
Every drop
Buck-broken black man
I see you
With your badge
And your gun
Defending your master
Ain't that fun ?
I see you
Buck-broken house n****r
I SEE YOU
I do.
I see you
Showing your ass
Stupidly
Ignorantly
Buck-broken black man
I see you
Working for the oppressor
Swallowing
Every drop
Buck-broken black man
I see you
With your badge
And your gun
Defending your master
Ain't that fun ?
I see you
Buck-broken house n****r
I SEE YOU
I do.
I'd rather eat mayonnaise sandwiches, than deal with that shit.
No spices, everything just tasted....white. Bland, without flavor, and all sorts of gross.
I'd rather eat mayonnaise sandwiches, than deal with that shit.
No spices, everything just tasted....white. Bland, without flavor, and all sorts of gross.
Dear Christian Fascists
We see you
We're coming for you
You swung first
Now it's our turn
No remorse
No rules
No running
Don't cower
Don't cave
Don't run
You'd ruin the fun
Of us hunting you down
Kicking your ass
All over town
You wanted this smoke
Now, slave of christ
Prepare to choke
Dear Christian Fascists
We see you
We're coming for you
You swung first
Now it's our turn
No remorse
No rules
No running
Don't cower
Don't cave
Don't run
You'd ruin the fun
Of us hunting you down
Kicking your ass
All over town
You wanted this smoke
Now, slave of christ
Prepare to choke
poetry
dark poetry
short stories
a bone reading
practitioner stuff
cat pics (MAYBE?)
poetry
dark poetry
short stories
a bone reading
practitioner stuff
cat pics (MAYBE?)