Lazy Faithless Wins- Pt. 1

Day 3- junkies warming hands burning the carcass of copper choked pipes. Hard cocked cocks drag the crippled kids out for sport. Shouting cheers for the home team, your soul burns beneath crack infested flesh. Pitted pores drowning amongst coke fried milk, grease slides upon the sick dying minds where the healing of God- choose a God, never finds its feet. Fumbling ambition, lost on the turf once admired. Winning lost its reality win death found a home.

Lazy Faithless Wins- Pt. 2

Day 4- Visitors strap on sneakers blaring daily hypocritical sneers and fancy shedding of those laughing tears-applauses masquerading as holy prayers as he calmly assures a win for the home team's faith found rebirth as cracked rotten limbs dead long before these wounded lies find life once again. Bitten by black tar dripping from hard rocks singing, popping. Hang on courageously for a few remaining years, hidden years finding truth when your soul soon disappears. Shake the hands of losers and righteous shadow casting pricks who claim victory. Yet the only game played was bitches and fagots slicing hands where nails once split the beast from that Holy Land. Death is upon us, u and mother glued to empty wombs. Sweet silence finds its place as u slowly find rest with the sun, never rising again.