Young Writers Society

I was deaf in one ear when I heard the angel sing,
This insanity is clarity finally I can see everything,
A message from the heavens was being sent down,
But the devil met me at seven and it was now 11.
I was confused and concerned to be greeted by these beings,
So I cut myself to see if I was dreaming or really seeing.
But I was swimming in the red sea,
Floating like a lilo
Lying low on my dreams, these selfish half realities,
Obscurities of which could not be understood.
But I tried, and at that time I almost died.

When I was offered a future I grasped,
But there were other plans
I was part of this diary,
This preplanned, preordained book,
And I was the crook.
Corrupt down to the bone of my hand
That I placed on this throne,
Made of mud, shit and blood,
From those slaughtered in a misscariage of justice,
This misscariage readjusted,
A living aborted dead feotus.
How did this happen?
This obsenity in the eyes of your lord
To see a man still walking around
With an umbilical chord attached to his brain
He’s drip fed shit straight from the gutter,
A slow flow, spreading on his toast this butter
But it’s dropped, fallen
Part still in place, part out of; Mind.
So this feeling is so sublime,
You dont have to worry or think,
Just able to smoke and drink,
Before you go to your shrink
Tell them what you think you think,
When its just what you’ve convinced yourself you think
And you’ve convinced the shrink you ignorant prick
‘thou shalt not judge and thou shall help my fellow human beings’
Is what should be said, believed and followed
But it’s not what I’m seeing
And if seeing is believing,
Then all is deceiving and contradictory in the eyes of my lord,
Who with the might of his sword brings it down into this earth
That has all been fucked,
Well thats a shit load of girth sir,
To what shall she give birth sir?
Most probably a cyclops idiot box sir,
what do you fucking expect sir?

Well I don’t know.
But this angel has fallen
Her eyes, lips and heels all so swollen
So on her knees she balances and kneels
Shedding white heels to show her blood stained feet,
She’s covered in a blood sheet
A robe, a cloak
Another angel has fallen and choked
On a rope set up by those
Who will so carelessly destroy,
And create such despair
I’m not religious I just say what I think is true.
The word Devil was only created and defined,
To describe the likes of you.