The story of a dork named Bob who eats a dead mouse.

The poem gives a contrast on how things have changed..how the world is now instead ruled over by "EVIL"..and its empowerment has left the world "SPELLBOUND"…

Just a sad, pathetic blurb about my nothing sort of life…

Apparently I was in a horrible mood when I wrote this piece of work. Explicit lyrics.

A short piece…

Glad to meet my love, yet gloomy to numb by love.

A piece I wrote after I told a few people I was born in Germany, their immediate response was “Heil Hitler” even though I was only there for the first two weeks of my life.

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Dark, gothic, anti-religious, iconoclastic poetry. The disgust towards Catholicism in particular.

This one is about a loved-one who has never been happy with himself in the world, and so turned to Christianity as a defense-mechanism and a place to hide within himself, which is a common, self-empowering mistake for people in sick states of mind to pitifully do out of desperation. He uses his faith not only to justify and sanction his illness (what Nietzsche would call his decadence), but uses it also as a weapon. A weapon to spread his disease, a weapon against the world which he is physiologically abortive in, against the flesh which he cannot gratify, and even against the joy of laughter if it is from mockery REMOTELY to do with sexuality! He became a REAL party-pooper. Too bad, so sad; one more person willingly victimized at the depraved hands of Christianity and all the conscience-rape it has to offer a self-loathing, ascetic masochist. Not to mention the reward-aspect of it, which offers so much “divine” gratitude to someone UNABLE to grant himself anything – but denial.