"Who's Real"

We The People

 wrestling with sin, is like bathing in a pigs pin.

eating slop from the devil, and masterbating to his demons.

moaning and feining, to drink demons semen, trapped in a world,

that is obviously reaping, the wrath of a GOD, who is sick with disgust,

of humans that eat their own vomit as dogs, stab friends in the back, with a knife that they borrowed, faker than purses on hood chicks arms, or rusty like the game of an old pimp star.

exposing the enemy, is like an all star victory, now i got his strategy, aint no way he could ever get to me. he thought he had me but i played the devil constantly, back to the wife of my life, he was jus a one night stand to me.

Satans world is temporary, the holy spirit reigns for eternity. 

big breast on the chests, thick fine, shortys lookin cute, wonder what that tongue feelin like when it get on you. Serpent catch you slippin when u biting on that apple, such a quick death, when u ...

Photoshop Christians

Is that the original that I see, or a cropped HD picture, that is to the eyes, is hard to see.

Why do we judge all others, never looking at ourselves, were in chains to ourselves, cuz, were en-slaved to ourselves.

such a hypocritical spirit, with a hypocritical lyric, you sing the same song, but apparently you've missed it. and obviously your religious, and that wasn't a compliment, religion is rules, and relation is obvious. Get close with the Christ, and your life will be obvious.

A change in your walk, a change in your talk, the way that you speak to the way that you flaunt. So far from perfect, but you kno that your worth it, of having a savior to repent when you miss it. But repentence does not mean, apologize and go back, you ask for forgiveness, and never turn back.

But we Christians, we seem, to play god for play, we ask for his grace, and forget all we say. blurry view of the truth, we try to make right, fix the bible for us, and...

"Lingering Lucifer"

Here is a poem that I wrote last night, feel it......
"Lingering Lucifer"
Im conversating with the devil, entertaining his ideas,
sounds good to my flesh, but my soul wants to rise.
Thoughts of pleasure, lust, and sin, has arose in my brain....
Now he's playing with my mind, killed the player, stole my game....
Father of lies, angel of light, not good for my mind, no time to fight....
I told him, never would I play chess again, but the strategy of satan, has me wanting to sin. No plan or intentions, he just slips right in, execution of flesh, and im dying to win. And hes not as he seems, you wont see it comin.......
it looks all good, but his motive are to kill you, destroy you and rip you.
eat up yo...

"Hypocrites"

"The worst Affair"

"Who's Real"