To "Our" Champion:

I see his glowing red eyes in a black abyss
A dragon emerges and blows me a super smoky dragon super
I am high in spirit but metaphysically I am physically fine
Treat me with respect
Do not degrade me
The killer of joy bestows upon me killer joy
I am rad and for once my radness is not a fad
It is forever
I am forever
For he is forever
A stalwart star, breeder of galaxies
He is my moon, my pie-in-the-sky
(I fucked your sister’s American pie… it was cherry inside)
When the revolutionary tide washes away the scornful masses, I will collect the seashells
I will stab Piggy in his Canadian back bacon and hoist the conch up to my Elvin ear

I can hear at last!

…I can hear the soothing sounds of selfless men, the survivors of this hurricane of ruination
…I can hear the laughter—faint but revealing of soulless deeds (who needs a soul? he-he… a shoe!)
…I can hear these things amid the constant noise produced by our enemy

The Jew with the Shilock nose and limp, oily tresses hurt my feelings :(
“Drugged-out” I am not
“Bugged-out” I am becoming
My patience is dwindling

#I’M DONE RIPPING MYSELF OFF!#

I wanted to wait for you in your dressing room and gouge your eyes out
Shish cabob your peepers on a Number Two pencil
I am the scribe and you are the champion of a sinful, unjust world
You must be eliminated
You are ex-brethren of an ex-living, breathing human being
Throats must be slit to halt false accusations from spilling forth into the open space

This whole thing we’re doing… a “Rat Race”
I am the CHEESE … He is the CAT
I am curdled milk … He is cunning feline
I used to be blue, now I am feta
Feta is the beta to my soon-to-be omega
He is alpha
Type A
There is no “Plan B”
Extermination is the proposed course of action to this repellent reAction
I say “YES! Wipe them all out!”

A new-age holocaust

An end to all things misleading and hyper hypocritical

An end to you, Mr. Zimmerqueen

In the Good Tellings, the false prophet dies and the people rejoice

I will drink their joyful tears like wine and nestle below his right hand, en route via the Right-hand Path

I will return home, a hero

At long last, a hero

-- The Good Tellings, as read by The Warrior-Poet