Today May Be Your Last


Man has a thought

About using the gun he bought

Gotta make a plan

Before he goes down in quicksand

 

The only end in sight

Is for him to say, Goodnight

Prayer is no use

Now the demon’s loose

 

Everyone reminds him

Of why he’s too damn slim

But that’s not his only hunger

Gone are the days of being a whoremonger

 

Unable to flash those pearly whites

It’s like he’s lost all his rights

So tired of getting knocked down

Even has no love for the woman in the wedding gown

 

Only way to be proud of himself

Is to take every bullet from the shelf

Now here’s the feeling of respect

Heads, faces, don’t forget the neck

 

Life ain’t fair

When everything’s taken with your hair

Do your best and slack a little

Never has a Man felt so brittle

 

Time heals no one

In the Final Hour

Like angry video-game fun

Get the rush, Feel the power

Numbers


English: An animation demonstrating the lucky ...
English: An animation demonstrating the lucky number sieve. The numbers in red are lucky numbers. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Living according to

the path that is set out for you

Fails to support

the free will granted one

And another

There is but One

Who knows and shows

the order of all things

Yet, by the chance

your number falls       

Is it really by chance?

Call it Luck, if you may

However viewed

One pays

Whether it be

Now

Or later

Even if manipulated

Man is not He who really draws

 

When I Grow Up


English: Newborn baby Română: Nou nascut
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When I grow up

I’m gonna take peanut butter to bed

I might bring strawberry jelly too

but it might fall off my bread

 

When I grow up

Mama’s gonna get a dishwasher

 and a washing machine

I can drive around with my brand new pup

and show everybody I’m not mean

 

When I grow up

I’ll have good luck

I’d be able to go fishing when I want to

and quack and swim just like a duck

 

I’ll walk on the water

just like Jesus did

and save the whales from slaughter

Then tell everybody to follow me

 like a little kid

 

When I grow up

I’ll wear rich, expensive clothes

I’ll even drink grape juice from a gold cup

and everyday buy myself a red rose

 

When I grow up

I’ll be the talk of the town

Then I’ll be able to take off this makeup

and stop always wearing tears of a clown

I invited Japan inside


 

 

English: Byōdō-in Phoenix Hall, Uji Kyoto Japa...
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Another tree of life

Gets to show me my future

With straight limbs

 Curved or twisted

What sprouts shows my care

on the outside

in

And as each bloom is trimmed

does my tomorrow spell of

Success or of not

Such a bomb to allow to be

 dropped on myself

knowing their past with their enemy

Though it is I who

 formally tries to break bread

with bamboo baked with luck