XPost: alt.recovery.aa, alt.social-security-disability, uk.rec.psychic

It was a family of murderers
Led by the Kingpin himself, Jack Powelson
Who was sentenced to be burned at the stake
But full well knowing this
He passed the torch on to his own daughter Carolyn
Believing his own lie that she would escape
But the vigilantes had different ideas
And they burned her at the stake instead
And now she's gone
The Satanists she embraced
Made her truly one of their own
All that remains of her are ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

But this wasn't the plight I designed for her
I only prayed I'd be avenged
I may have consisted of a raindrop in the sea
While all the others made up an enormity
And God was infinitely beyond outrage

Then there in the stars
No incest will prosper
No immortality will be granted
But the justice to all of their victims
Will reign before the great I AM
And the pleasures of sex
Will remain only to the living
And not to some home brewed afterlife
Where fucking is enjoyed
While the living die

The gun I never owned
Is in its holster on the peg
Retired from duty
Never to kill again
But did it ever really kill?

It was a defense mechanism
To ward off the assaults of aggressors
But never to its God ordained purpose
In that I was mistaken
The same mistake used against me
The dead like dust in the wind
It still maintains integrity

So Powelson discovered the key to the fountain of youth
And arranged it around his cock to enjoy forever
It was supposed to be at my expense
And I had to die, but his way
Now I know virtually no vitality
Unlike my elder Donald Trump
Who is still stuck in the stage of growth of a teenager
And all of the accommodating benefits of that
(nice wives, Trump)
And enabled to stay there
Trump called me a "loser," and I take offense at it
I took it to a Higher Intelligence
In the end we'll see who is the "loser"
The options have all run out
The sorceries of the flesh have all been exposed
The key to the fountain of youth has been hid
And a seal put on it
To steady the course for the thousand years

The perv sees heaven in the hold below the glass
On deck in pergatory
In the drone of the living dead
Mindless occupants of the endless caves
With one ray of hope
And part of Powelson's mindless mind still alive
He faces the challenge
But there will be no easy way to overcome it
But through an eternity of hard work
"LOCKSTEP" [satire]

So the motorcycle gang moves on
Finding another victim to avenge
Though never to live up to the Big One accomplished
In the pages of the novel
Of the reality of life

The End




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