Shrieking at Subnormal Systems of Servitude

 System of  a poem

I cry when lovely angels fucking die
This forsaken humanity haunts me.
Nipping and tucking away our mistakes
for it taunts them as we stuff our faces.

This world I see before me passing by
this scared rock that bore us will kill us.
We have failed, science has failed, let it be.
Let us lay down in the whore shit we made.

Minutes past midnight now; lay down and sleep.
Our magic is our imagination.
Our gods are dead we pray to dark silence.
So what do you see when you look forward?

Happy children ever depressed adults
Sad children are never heard from again.


You feel what you must
Yet you question what you want
Remain true to you.

Human's own nature
Our poor little GM crop
To hate what we make

A crafter of words
A speaker to lost broken souls
I do what I must

This R9K Pit

Learn to love the dark beast that lives within
for it will call for you a mate or friend
what you seek is the least of the questions
but I will write for you to bind our fate.

You are miserable and that is you
change your pathetic nature or be doomed
Love yourself like no other to find love
Whore yourself and find your broken lost whore

The choice is ours now how will we shape you
how will we make you here in this dark pit
Run boy run now before it is to late
To peer in the darkness one must have light

Find yourself and love the being inside
Shove the being you hate into our pit.

A dual sonnet for anon.

To have the love of Joesph in your heart
to have the love of protection in you
that is what I call new man or woman.
The feels you never will know; dirty dove.

Your soul is black with hate and self pity
Disgusted I am by your small question
FACK! I pity you so forsaken man
fall before us and now die in your filth.

Be reborn and pump your small useless heart
Find love who gives a shit where in nature
Hump and bump with what you whore; broken man.
This pure dove will find you worthy of love.

Love yourself like no other hide your hate
It will soon be gone if you find your mate.


Unless you are the father of said lot.
Unless she was your mate so true and pure.
At least she can love; she is not broken.
Such is fate my friend I'm sorry for you

 I do not pity you embrace this change
Love is lost and can be returned to you
It will be in another shity form
She must build you as you build her; don't fail.

Love changes forms, and it has so many
To catch your fairy or set it free; love.
Land your boat on new earth my broken friend
Move on or take a match and burn your soul.

Love is hard and harder to understand
or be mard and hate this beautiful world


Love your caring self
and love with find you as well
 care and protect it.

Keep your mind open
and find the true heart within.
Love is but the key.