Man Apostle Paul, Im a loser man :( Im 32, Im still single after
14 years, I cant snag a babe at all! Im childless….Im bad with my money, I cant
even afford my own place. LOOK AT ME….A….TOTAL……LOSER….
Well….maybe Im not a loser spiritually…:)
(Im soooooooo emo)
June 8th, 2013 at 5:07pm, I hereby INVOKE YOU,
SAINT PAUL!!!! WHERE YOU AT BIG BABY??? Come on down from HEAVEN and help me
RUN DA RACE…HELP ME FIGHT DA GOOD FIGHT like you already done did, MY
NINJA!!!! 2 Timothy 4:7 MY DUDE!!! AYO
PAUL!!! YOU ALREADY REACHED SAINT
STATUS, FOOL! HELP ME DO THE SAME DAAWWWWWGGG!!!! HELP ME TO PRETEND IM KING FOR A DAY (AND THAT
I FOUND MY QUEEN), SAINT FOR A DAY!!!!!! me and you – two kings..one on earth
one in heaven.
I invite you to take hold of me while I write this poem to
you son!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
* dedicated to Pierce the Veil, King for a Day
www.youtube.com/watch?v=icXUkIfZxyg -CLICK DAT LINK YALL!!!
* Saint Paul pray for me
* Waddup Jesus?!
--------------/Untitled
Sometimes I feel like the streets of Rockville evoke Jerusalem
my red Converse like leather sandals with one thong worn out
from wandering. Mucky feet carrying misguided animus,
the slow plodding footsteps of the damned, yet unaware of it.
I cringe at my former sinister pastime brooding-
how many Christians must I kill to keep my sanity?, soldiers
of a dulled conscience
my vices armed to the teeth, the merciless massacre
of virtues likes plebs shrilling as they stumble over their own
children
impaled before becoming incapacitated by seizures of chilling
caustic disconsolate terror.
I remember my sardonic laughter after beheading them all…
purity burned alive
abstinence castrated tied starved and fed to the birds
platonic love of women pulled apart by chariots driven
oppositely
alms giving raped continuously by legions of disaffected
Roman guards
(splurging my paychecks on clothes and other frivolities)
my
long sword of lust, pride, anger, avarice, skipped church
services, bloodied.
Educated here in Jerusalem under Gamaliel (Hollywood),
scholastic underpinnings of pornography, rap music,
deathcore rock,
my philosophical schools were of gender politics and the
politically correct,
ideals never upheld, public appeasement before standards.
But for all my zeal, my life was an equine deception,
my desires a psychotic horse fed his own dung, restless,
galloping hooves to flee my emptiness within, seeking slaughter
to muffle
a higher calling to an emancipated life – free from guilt
and proclivities for self-condemnation.
And then one day completely unannounced
I remember regret
like a stunningly blinding light,
sorrow at this pitiable state, a thunderous Voice from the
clouds
appealing to my higher, more noble self, robbing me of
all the goals I had in sight planned for the future-
a Damascus of promiscuous sex with voluptuous blond women
and exotic drugs (of acceptance) from men in dreadlocks.
But I fell on my back, tossed from my horse humiliated.
Groaning before my former roommates with blood of the
innocently condemned on my hands, three days of misery with
no food or water.
Later on,
I would call hope for an honorable future, repentance,
and the forgiveness of all who formerly knew me a new name:
Ananias; a man of second chances
leading me by the
hand into a new destiny of respect.
When I sleep I hear screams of all the opportunities I
killed,
ghosts in the shell….
the only obeisance I can render to them in atonement is
the casting of my former weapons away.
Bows, arrows, swords, torches. Porn, lust, envy,
covetousness
pitched in Golgotha, forever buried in stench.
The Gospel to all my former conspirators, accomplices and witnesses
beset by sin:
turn your gaze heavenwards, repairing the damage to your neighbor,
rejoicing in holiness and freedom. Then
everything you thought you knew will fall away like scales
from your eyes.
So that finally, when your soul whispers to your body
on the day fear and anxiety put you in the stocks
like jealous Pharisees and Sadducees persecuting you for
this happiness
“its time for me to go” you can proclaim boldly with me:
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I
have kept the faith.
I have erased everything I used to be.
---------------Acts 9:19b-25
Now for several days he was with the disciples who were at
Damascus, and immediately he began to proclaim Jesus in the synagogues, saying,
“He is the Son of God.” All those hearing him continued to be amazed, and were
saying, “Is this not he who in Jerusalem destroyed those who called on this
name, and who had come here for the purpose of bringing them bound before the
chief priests?” But Saul kept increasing in strength and confounding the Jews
who lived at Damascus by proving that this Jesus is the Christ. When many days
had elapsed, the Jews plotted together to do away with him, but their plot
became known to Saul. They were also watching the gates day and night so that
they might put him to death; but his disciples took him by night and let him
down through an opening in the wall, lowering him in a large basket.
------King for a Day Lyrics
[Vic & Kellin Quinn]
Dare me to jump off
of this Jersey bridge
I bet you never had a
Friday night like this
Keep it up, keep it
up, let's raise our hands
I take a look up at
the sky and I see red
Red for the cancer,
red for the wealthy
Red for the drink
that's mixed with suicide
Everything red
[Kellin Quinn]
Please, won't you
push me for the last time
Let's scream until
there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I
don't want this anymore
The thought of you's
no f*ing fun
You want a martyr,
I'll be one
Because enough's
enough, we're done
[Vic]
You told me think
about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna
feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging
for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping
like a dog on the floor
[Vic]
The thing I think I
love
Will surely bring me
pain
Intoxication,
paranoia, and a lot of fame
Three cheers for
throwing up
Pubescent drama queen
You make me sick, I
make it worse by drinking late
[Kellin Quinn]
Let's scream, there's
nothing left
So sick of playing, I
don't want to anymore
The thought of you's
no f*ing fun
You want a martyr
I'll be one
Because enough's
enough, we're done
[Vic]
You told me think
about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna
feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging
for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping
like a dog on the floor
[Kellin Quinn]
Imagine living like a
king someday
A single night
without a ghost in the walls
And if the bass
shakes the earth underground
We'll start a new
revolution now
(Now! Alright here we
go)
[Vic]
Hail Mary, forgive me
Blood for blood,
hearts beating
Come at me, now this
is war!
Fuck with this new
beat
Oh!
[Kellin Quinn & Vic]
Now terror begins
inside a bloodless vein
I was just a product
of the street youth rage
Born in this world
without a voice or say
Caught in the spokes
of an abandoned brain
I knew you well but
this ain't a game
Blow the smoke in diamond
shape
Dying is a gift so
close your eyes and rest in peace
[Vic]
You told me think
about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna
feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging
for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping
like a dog on the floor
[Kellin Quinn]
Imagine living like a
king someday
A single night
without a ghost in the walls
We are the shadows
screaming take us now
[Vic]
We'd rather die than
live to rest on the ground
S*
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