The Time Is Nigh

I'm with you. I prefer to 'Be the love that I am.'

And I'm with you

Never thought a day would come when those with the gun cower and run when they hear you come. I'm so dumb, my only advantage is an articulating thumb which I suck on. Now lets get this done. I'm ready to have some fun, ya'll thought I was dumb, now look who's sucking their thumb thinking of what they had done. Why look for someone if you are going to back down? Never thought I'd see it through did you? Never thought id risk it all not afraid to fall, you just figured I'd be ballin at the mall. Why would you finance my fall?

I have tricks up my sleve that you will never believe. Everytime you don't help and I leave, that's just one more deed you see. It's all fun and games to me. To you it's all to real. Do you really think I care about how you feel? I had to pay for all you steal to eat each meal. Play with women and kids to make you feel real. Abuse and misuse those who already lose. I know the game and come with a flame. And all I ever see is cowards scared to snatch my gold chain and when I leave the same ones arrest a poor kid to take out their blame.

The song will get sung I'm nearly done. The text will be bold on every paper sold. The kids will be wise to the wolves in disguise. I have the prize and know the lies yet everyone still hides in disguise. One day after I talk enough shit somebody will finally have a hissy fit.

It's not my life at stake, I already danced with fate and destiny was late. Imagine now how life is great. You seal your own fate, it's almost to late.

Last Edited by Motion & Rest on 05/17/2013 12:40 PM

They say the communist have come and the war was never won. When talked about everyone just acts dumb and sits on their thumb. Talk all you want about poison and mis-deeds if that is the help that you need. The cure for all is a little to small to be found in a Hall. The few are who everyone draws to not knowing what they do. They say it's them and you say it must be. What other way could it be? If it's all a lie then why is the lie the pie.

Hail russia for all the good news, think they are America when they knock on your door. To believe you get info from a whore is like catching a wild bore. The knowledge is deep and some play for keeps. There is good and bad, all that brings is nothing but sad. The shade is gray and everyone will get mad. They had always thought they were the thoughts in their head. That friend in your head is who wants you dead.

The enemy is at the door. And the masses are not aware. Those who are awake are only so for the sayers sake. To be in denial over all that is fake most seal their fate. Scared to advance to the next level, never stop, there is always more steps. In the end who you think as enemy is only friend. Of couse those with power and pen will spend till the debt is paid. There is no debt and that is set. Commies are so bold they do as their told. With body already sold everything looks like gold. See Americans do as told, but know when to hold. Some grow old with tales yet to be told. See these are MEN who were never sold. The TRU MEN have all the gold and the #'s of who sold. America is so bold it sent a generation untold. They knew the rose would grow and show. The rose grew out the crack and now has the commie threat running back. This is the land of the free and that's how it will be.

Americans MK ultra for fun. Did you really think we were dumb and you all but won?

The American dream is the claim to fame. So when then enemy invade the line was made. There are those who got paid to say what they say. Then there are those who just wouldn't lay. So low they go and don't let anyone know. The lies they sow are so those who know never really know and for those who know to grow. You went silent as did we. Anticipation is a attribute of a winner so without a doubt all the smartest abandoned all clout and shut their mouth. Now the time comes for the rise of the south. The confederate gold was stashed and the WW2 stash turned to cash for the last match. As black, so white who's your dog in the fight?

I am the mouth of the south and can only wish for everyone to have steak and lobster on their dish. WHAT YOU SEE AND WHAT YOUR TOLD IS LIES BECAUSE THE ENEMY IS INSIDE. Both sides at war at your front door. Writing the lies is the grand prize to keep the disguise after all the winner write the story, dead tell no tales. Just as they preach this tale and have the population almost bare, along came Billy the Kid chasing the hare. Without any care and falling in every snare, the kid who chases the hare is one nobody can bear. A snare is a snare for those who care. A threat is only good if someones cares. Well over here WE don't care, we get off on pain from snares.

I guess it was just a meme after all.

Out of ashes, rising in flames, the mythical bird is who they blame. They played the game inticed by fame. Over time the game has changed and the story was made. The orignal story that was laid fell to ashes and rose with on;y a few claims. Over time the players of the game made so many changes nobody was playing the same game. Changing time to help the climb, they stole every last dime while losing track of time. The struggle to get back on time has stopped the climb.

Changes in time to screw with the divine made a mark on time. The plan was to end and they say someone was sent to make everyone bent. The vent in the sea floor packs a massive roar, yet still all ignore. Judge the whore, but pay her to come to your door. That a pretty good score, how much for a few more? Alice was right, I suggest getting and making things right. The man of many has much time and many dime.

Who can change there face and still watch you disgrace? I'll bet it's the same who can put u in place. Men fight face to face. A disgrace shoots you in the back never showing his face. Shoot me in the back and I'll give you a slap. You can call me Master P and Cena says "you can't see me" or can you? Pure blood and a giver to all. I'd be mad too, but one rule is never trust rule one and just have some fun. Laughter occurs when the gun is cocked and barrel stuck in mouth like a whore from the south. Suck that metal and push it deep, pull the trigger and still be here. The Devil is in the details and he shall always appear.

The kid is appear and far from fear. Freddy was the nightmare before people started snatching kids from the store. Even Jason had his time when parents snore. The goalie mask excites the rage to free the rat locked in a cage. Nobody is all the rage from those locked up in a cage. Free me they say standing in front of a unlocked door. Why afraid of the door? Have you never seen one before?

The fall is long and hard when invested so deep in the lie that you lie just to keep. You sell out to protect pride while at the same time defending the lie. No friend of lie is a friend of mine. I am in your world and weak is how you appear. Living in fear pretending to be dear. Intentions are the base and cruel ones end in last place. The cruelest place is the land of disgrace. Why dam people to your place and put mud on their face?

When it is silent that's when the song can be heard. Banned for heresy the tune has become radio static creating loons. The toon is coming back and louder for those who don't hear. Then for all the non-believer when the news show and the radio confirm maybe some will learn those who help are the urn. Take the turn and learn about those you wish to burn. Do you really think the accused hold the WMD like Saddam? What's up is down, when really it's all round and nobody squeaks a sound.

The pirates a few years ago decided to snatch up all the gold. Damn near all sold with fever. The staged theater plays the same act like clockwork. The eclipse has come and the sun is gone. Why have all made "God" take the sun? Ye sinners must pay, the price is death, that's all they said. That very same day one lifted his head and said "So you say I'm already dead". On that day someone seen Powers. The dead one has now become. Ate the apple said it was great, showed up late for a date with fate and consumed the thought of death. Now there is nothing left on this plate. All naysayers escape to discriminate on those who have yet ate.

So how does the end come? Was anyone in the beginning? I know what you will say everyday it's all the same. Wish upon a star for the Devil to show and where did he go? There is nothing had that wasn't freely givin. Free will is where the demons roam. So a death wish is a must when there is no one to trust. Who's on top? I'll bet it's garbage pal kid...

Now when the enemy invade a town they rule from underground. They send a sound to advert the town and divert them down. The sound is never found, because nobody expects sound in the ground. Theories are made and prices are paid only to keep the sound down. Everything you hear is made especially for your ear to sound clear. Clearer the message more distorted are intentions. With intentions unclear and enemies drawing more clear. What's in the mirror is closer than appear.

Ever since 96 somethings been off. Different war every year and don't know if dew or frost will appear. Did the poles flip in 96 or what is this shit? During school it was easy to act a fool and rule too. Just sucks being to stupid and too cool you miss the memo that challenged the rule.

I see you like the gnostic side, Motion and Rest. Thomas in your signature.

Circle with no sides

those rhymes are nice son...keep shining :)

PLOP

Not sure which side you're coming from on that.

Who gave you title of lord?

The circular ones

Nobody. Knows.

A hard man with a hard white light
Does the right thing the wrong way
He slips in between realities roughly
Living a balanced contradiction


Do you draw the hard man to you?
Or did you wait in line in your bliss
A comfortable jail cell with beautiful bars
To be dealt with at his leisure

He is coming, do you feel his eyes smiling
Do you feel his white fire

The love he feels for his work proceeds him
The rise of the wind before a beautiful and violent storm

He is here to give you your hearts darkest most secret desire
The punishment you will never allow yourself to receive
That contradiction that empowers you
As his contradiction empowers him

He will show you to the people
They will stare in awe of all you have done and the power you wield
You and yours will be the great and final blood sacrifice
At the hands of the people.

Your Savior has arrived, inverted
A final twist of fate

A hard man with a hard white light
Does the right thing the wrong way
He slips in between realities roughly
Living a balanced contradiction

High As Fuck, Right Now

Last Edited by jmalvarez on 05/18/2013 01:05 AM

... make room for me.

please?

Contradiction is unity under certain...circumstances, if you will.

i like to think god is in the contradictions.

fill in the gaps.

I cant.

I shouldn't be torn asunder in from of you though...

Make Room

It is all GENESIS high, and I am making room for you

Last Edited by jmalvarez on 05/18/2013 01:13 AM

I aint nobody.

The room available doesnt belong to me or anyone else. It expands to accommodate its needs.