vanity.

yo mom make wind like a gale, enough to cause a ship to set sail.

looking pale but got reptilian scales, gettin no sperm but still the size of a whale.

impaled with a trident like a fish stick, bitch im tryin to go ballistic,

sick of these catfishes on the snap-shit!

it aint feel mystical attempting to mystify a man from the wrong side of the pistol thats official, but now we cut back to the original;

she's leavin a trail like a snail on the floor of the mail-man's lair,

layin there after an affair with some irrationally passionate assholes that masterfully captured her to her terror!

its so unfair that arrogance lead to this grave error;

theyve become their own grave diggers and im the bearer of the tools of burial.

im going feral and been confused; possibly schizophrenic and been abused.

i hear sincerety and im rightly amused, kindness is a light to all misused!

i like a few awful things, just like you do, but honest humilty is an essential virtue.

im sorry if i hurt you, im workin two jobs soon, on top of saving up for an apartment,

so pardon me im on a time budget; five to nine and an ice bucket

dumped inside of my high functioning cpu, thats mind numbing.

i am not immortal yet, more than sorta immoral;

Portugal sized glory holes like portals for horrible urges burst with slurries of infernal origins;

pouring into me like sewage water it's normal for me now and im kinda bored with it; this is my metamorphosis.

even if to the world it is of little to no importance i will import this nearly aborted wall of text,

this uncut fortress to the desk of anyone who thinks that they can even come close,

to be so vainly verbose, to be "insane" just not in-quotes, but i know that they wont.

keep on claiming that youre "woke" with your third eye open, see the craziness youre yoked to, take these words as a token!

the NG with loving en-er-gies has spoken, i tell these hateful en-tit-ies their power's broken;

it's all vanity.
this worldly life is vain, only gift i get from it is more pain
it's all vanity.
hear a voice in my brain, tells me to take more pills for the migraine.
it's all vanity.
but its still not goin' away, now im floatin like im in the ocean and all i see is gray; i need to pray,
all is vanity.
im not okay with this, God please bring me to repentance before my life ends;
vanity.

fairly early in the mornin', i aint slept.
im thinkin' is Fukishima free of nuclear waste yet?

i drink a cup of coffee and see it's 3 am again,

paranoid metanoia as i bow my head to the basement,

i avoid my problems but theyre blowing up in my face, man.

satan hates us and wants to rearrange our faces,

place us in his clutches down in the depths of Hades;

but i give praise for the time that we're gifted,

amazed that im not evicted from life faster than i am convicted of wickedness within my psyche;

man im suprised that God still likes me.

i dont deserve His love but He knows that im fighting these vices and passions,

they clash in me like vipers biting, and the deathly venom is frightening,

but i hope in His goodness and mercy to receive me into the Light when the time is right;

vanity.

this is an athem to quell the panic,

the frantically manic state produced by this pandemic,

sand castles of expectations erased with a dashing hand and foot,

ive had enough of these scare tactics and "professional" cookie cutter opinions,

this is real life. black and white aint in this picture, its not the 1950's right?

and you aint the one who painted it,

its all been seen and made for us to change the way we live as humanity,

from lowly dust to Holy Immortality, you understand?

all is vanity.

i need Enlightenment from God, not some wannabe.

these idols think theyre tough but they will fall before the prodigal son,

the honest to God one who wants none of the evil things of this world, he just wants love.

all is vanity.

in this world if we want something we have to pay one

way or another some day through some kind of patience or suffering, and it's okay because

it teaches us to be Like God in the midst of our struggles.

id be remiss to rebuttal the statements He made about Salvation,

in His Word and through the Holy Saints from all ages;

i trust in the God Who arranges all things for the good of those Who love Him.

no One is above Him, not the Cherubim, Seraphim,

or any other who dares to think of such perilous derelict sin;

i wanna hear the Angels hymn and join in,

but on earth i am downcast and weighted from within.

all is vanity.

this isnt where i planned to be,

in this devilish depravity,

a man who be impaired by chemicals is half of me,

that and the other parts are mixed with Andy Capp's and insanity.

Lord i seek that You bring me to repentance before my last breath,

please teach me to be humble and loving to all men.

break, bend my flesh and rend it;

in the End i hope You Bless and welcome me as a good friend,

please help me struggle on until then, Amen.

vanity.