prequel of a rose

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˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜ GOLDIOUR: "gol-dure" - the feeling before something bad happened; an abortion of death; a complex emotion of glamour and depression ˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜  nightmares

i plead the fifth and i speak with my eyes

those who shadow the truth i swallow their prayer

the man and woman are plucked from the same tree

the color, the feel, the taste of the skin

we are chewed in the mouth of the lives of the bodies we are placed on

a higher being above who is anonymous, unseen, unheard, picked from a different tree

a hierarchy, a king and a queen, an ace and a spade, a poet and a singer

my words are the great tears of honesty that fell from heaven;

listen as they fall:

the man is built to survive and to survive alone. 

his purpose is to search, and to conquer, to claim and possess. 

he creates a map on his chest and marks his territory. 

he is wide set, haired, and masculine. 

the man is tough and strong, a force of nature meant to outlast. 

he is tall, dark, unshaven and silent. 

the male is dominative of his ownage and brutal. 

the male is favorited from our loving god from the two

an honest god we have, a sexist, harsh, hypocritical god;

our god is weary of his life and creates us as a giant tends to ants;

burning to see how they react to pain, happiness, and emotions that mean nothing. 

the man was first, and innocent in the garden of evil. 

there blossomed the most beautiful tree to the naked eye and it appealed to the man

where he did nothing, for he was born to be a pawn in a game. 

the woman is an object, an appeal to the man. 

the woman is everything a man is not, tender, loving, secondary. 

she lies in a basket of fruit, waiting to be plucked. 

her skin, cherry red in the cheek, and peach white on the skin. 

she is mannequin found in magazines as a trend, as to what is in fashion

this season is large girls, next season is paper girls, the season after, deathly skinny

she is to please the man in the garden and produce fruit of her womb

she is to give birth to god, however she is attracted to the tree

how could a perfect god create evil, temptation, he created lucifer,

and the woman too.

the woman eats the fruit to be blamed for mankind’s suffering. 

this is the man and woman, and i am the creation of both lucifer and god,

i am the truth. 

god put too much in to this one, for i too ate the fruit of the garden. 

our god birthed me to suffrage in silence, where i speak not. 

the elders tell me i have no wisdom, when i have more than them

i was birthed a great many times before, lived the lives of everyone around me

this is the final form: 

tall, dark, handsome, troubled in the sea of black

an artist, musician, eaten in the mind of his own

his words move mountains and parts the seas of the left and right lobe. 

he is not close minded, the man loves the woman, the woman loves the man

this body loves both bodies,

i am the golden rose, this is the afterword of the rose. 

the woman were plucked to the left

the men were plucked to the right and were not meant to touch 

mankind given an encyclopedia of knowing of how to live, and i desecrate that book. 

my blood dances and my endorphins tingle, and i love the body 

and the body loves all, the soul is filth,

and remains filth when poured from a sinning man

this is the product of evil and good; truth.

my body is the product of a glamour mental mother

my body don’t belong to me

my brain is the product of a dead abusive father

my soul is mine to keep. 

i am tortured by the man, and heartbroken by the woman

i am an orphan in a drunken haze

there is no god to help me and no devil to take me

there is no good, there is no evil

i am my own god, i am my own devil

i am my own heaven, i am my own hell

this is the life of the boy who was silenced

i ate the fruit in the garden and i speak volumes

i coexist in both forms and i will not speak no more

i plead the fifth and sing no more

remember these words ‘fore this is the end

this is the body, this is the soul

the life after this will be my own. 

the skeleton is my sailor and he guides me to the end

and a boat in a bayou he paddles 

we glide down the ocean as the sun do set

and he tells me my soul ain’t mine

the world is cold and i walk on its earth

as i crush and mush between the turf

and venom i spit out words like dirt

to the place of the electric and sound

i am the sky and the wind in the dark

and my body rumbles and aches apart

and kisses i bloom with a furious spark

to the place; my heart booms out loud

i swing on the swing that falls from heaven

and the wicked sneer at my life’s choice sentence

and i the body sing the seven

deadly sins, i do up and down

i wipe my face and hit the petal

and find my fate against that cold harsh metal

and in the night the moon cries as the sad winds settle

and find paradise, i wear my martyrdom proud. 

i am the body

i am the body model

and electrically i speak

he took my soul

and left alone

it’s mine i say, it’s mine.

god gave me my body and lucifer took it away

and i the body model

allow it everyday

and dare dare i say

heaven’s a holiday

and comes only one time in  every few years

but hell is close and i electrically boast 

while the bodies of others stay. 

i use a hand to touch and feel, and a heart to eat and meal

but it’s mine, i say it’s mine

and he cannot take it away

they’re there by the door at night

and forever do they prey

the gods and demon in my mind

take my soul to decay

but god gave this one too much, he gave me too much knowledge.

an apple of a tree in the forbidden valley

sits with me in a sour lastly 

but i sing those gods and demons, and they sing back to me

in the mist and smoke of lights and ghosts i found heaven on this earth

and i tattoo my brain with these gods and demons

and kiss them all away

when until the day

i find my way

i eat my words

with soft stray

so leave me be

and set me free

these gods and demons simply love me

and i sing and sing

electrically i pray

my minds the rosary

and opulence’s my pay

so i’ll die knowing too much 

because god did slip up

and the demons by my side

sleep with me in the night

because they know too

that i’m a god too

and in the dark and light, what we call twilight

a new god was born;

a halo stapled to my thorns

and in the hearts of gods and demons

i’ve learned my starring role

i’m electric


my body is my body but a soul is not my soul. 

i’ve died and been resurrected and born to cold stone

and nailed to the cross from my dear heavenly host

i’ve killed myself three times and loved to the most

so watch me die again, i’ve got the noose ready to go

my name is jesus christ, lucifer, and the divine world we know

i fly up like a witch and then fall to the know

they stoned me down with drugs, and they blew me up with coke

and now you watch me infinite high watch me get so low

i’ve die and been resurrected and been nailed to the cross

and the devil gnashes me in his teeth like a lovely dental floss

and he wipes his lip with me and melts his lipsy gloss

when i am my own ruler and i am my own boss

so i drink my blood and eat my flesh until the very end

because i’ve died and died and died and died and i’ll do it again and again

because this world is no heaven, opulence is my end.