Dead posed named here

Fly me up there alone to reclaim my throne...

December 15th 2012


Out of jail just on time I'll admit ima bout to commit another violent crime yha at the drop of a dime.

F**k wit me at my pace riddle the body punk got punked each pump punk jumped by my rage with sawd-off gage.

A divine crime is cold through the perfect winter as icy sheets lay cover over each block of sidewalk among the street's you walk.

Sand siftes through divine gifts further slipping from the hand by who plan beast against man as these street's are dammed through an antarctic breeze exhaled with ease.

Forever lost within the depths of my own world. Ever attoned by those through death a torment I once knew. Shedding all thought as plots embarking up the spiral steps walking and breathing such mortal breaths.

As cursed sets the cloud of doubt all about an inhumane insane reign and down it poures as down the strings each Angel sings an unholy war forever he brings.

Forever blood will pour over a stern organized repore some cash to burn for a dumb a*s lesson learned I'll show you what I know as I love red splat on white snow.

Ah Christmas eve a time for more crime against family and friends it's time mutha phakas my Christmas never ends. Present by Present unpleasant I'll be open the doors to my circus run flee brake free from me.


All smoked out through the names that burn thru flames as games overlay games to play. As my music Playlist insist tendencies I can't resist bloody corps no remorse as my tongue forever sung beefs to sort it's far past the last resort.

On the first day of Christmas I sat then played a thought one became two from two it grew a plot one dead body to more from my shotty I can't believe this Christmas many people will grieve.

No person was plotted on during the making of this demented creative poem.