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5/11/2013
A sticker in the rear window of a neighbor’s car was disturbing; kill everybody; fans of a popular music (?) group. I wrote this from a voice deep inside ‘cause they think they’re so tough. Hah, if they only knew….
August 1, 2010
gryfyn flynn & the Celtic Clown Cillers
hear you this, killas; i already died one thousand deaths! momma switchin' the blood outta my legs for little kid naughtiness-"the harder you cry, the harder i hit!
tell the truth and i won't punish you as much as if you lie!
never, ever sass me, you little shit!"
small deaths for a small person.
the less i cry, the stronger i get.
the more i die, the weaker you get.
i'm from the ash of phoenix fire born;
i will live! let their flesh be torn!
the earth will quake and the bodies shake and you will die with a bellyache!
many deaths i've faced head-on; husband/abuser/child hater!
now he's dead one time and i live again. what begets, begets.
so, killas, clowns, gangstas, spawn of demons' anuses, know this:
my eye can sear your flesh! my tongue can stroke your brain with hellfire!
my mouth will inhale your soul and i can smother your spirit in my private parts!
i can own you for i have become Gryfyn
who does not die but delivers death!
and i shall not cry
the less i cry, the stronger i get.
the more i die, the weaker you get.
i'm from the ash of the phoenix fire born;
i shall live! let their flesh be torn!
the earth will quake and the bodies shake and you will die with a belly ache!
august 3, 10
i been through the valley of the shadow of death and i sat on the reaper's lap.
he asked me, "whatta you want for life, little girl?" so i said, "Creep, i want you to die!"
and he laughed and he laughed til his guts spilled out and spewed all over the land.
i walked around and picked them up and swallowed those rotten innards.
now when i belch out my mouth or duck fart through my ass i cut a hurricane pathway
where i'm goin or where i been!
to everything there is a season and mine is now.
i'll save this planet but i won't tell how except to warn those asshole creeps
who think they're so tough to kill and rape,
to maim and victimize innocents who just wanna live their lives.
you killas, thieves, gangland thugs you've seen your glory day.
your season harvest time is now. enjoy each breath you get
cause the supply for you is runnin low and you don't get refills.
i say so, who ate the guts of old man death while i'm still walkin' around.
and the ground will quake, the bodies shake and you will die with a bellyache!
when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall and down will come killas,
clown freaks, and all!
and they will die with a bellyache.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE BIG TO BE BAD.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE MEAN TO BE MAD.
any littlefucker can shoot, stab or beat down someone;
all they need is a weapon and/or some other dumb shit
homies to spur them on in their heinous deeds.
even a constipated brain can concoct a lame rationale for "doing" someone.
for those creeps there is no afterlife. they're so worthless, the devil rejects them!
they shall be ground into oblivion by the spirits of their victims. nothing can save them.
all the forgiveness in the universe will not come close
to making redemption possible for these atrocities of the human race.
the dead shall oppose them and there is no victory
over the army of the reaper!
the ground will quake, the bodies shake and they will die with a belly ache!
the ground quakes with the thunderous rage of the gods.
the bodies shake with fear of punishment and doom.
regret wrenches the bellies of evil doers
until the pain rampages through their vital organs
like the most devastating virus and they die in agony
with no loving spirit to give them peace.
it is a fitting end.
and no one will care or cry.
gryfyn/flynn c 2010
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