Contendings with the Pretender

The Lord has given

Me this land to possess, you

Scrawny rooster, you

Have squandered your great

Talents, have let your moment

Pass; your throne is lies.

Your fealty to

Faker cannot save you. Yield

Your territories.

They belong to me.

My mighty men have taken

Your citadel, and

Your guards are now dead.

You are sick, tired; I am

Sick of you. We now

Purify our land,

You shall be our sacrifice.

But I am gentle,

Rooster; permit I

Strangle you. Otherwise, must

You suffer the sword.

The blade will rend your

Most delicate places, and

Your agony will

Fill your palace as

Once your riches did. Choose now,

Your only mercy.

Dueling the Dweller

Chronozon’s sigil

Blazes across my vision,

Falling angel is

Divebombing toward

Me. I don’t back down, fuck you,

Dweller at the gate,

I am anointed

Of the Lord, priest of the truth,

I incarnate my

Highest self, arms

And shoulders of oak, my will

Is iron, you can

Never defeat me.

Flash all the middle fingers

And pentagrams you

Want, I know your true

Name and I’ve seen your real face.

Like dust in the wind.

Thrown

I have been thrown, to

A world not mine. Naked,

Screaming, fighting, on

The run, I don’t know

Why, and I can’t ever stop.

Everyone wants to

Kill me. I didn’t

Ask to play this game, but I

Will go down swinging.

Her Vows

She had found his words

By accident. One of the

Unfortunates had

Been selling them as

Pamphlets, and she had picked one

Up while cleaning. She

Regretted that choice

Every day afterward. His

Words had become her

Flesh, they were in her

And she had to touch them. When

The pamphlet was burned,

She scribbled his words

From memory and began

To touch her darkest

Deepest places. Her light

Had been swallowed by darkness.

Who would save her now?

Money on the Table

Look, man, I know you
Been working hard, but we are
Going to need a lot

More out of you. I
Know, you want to know the “why?”
You always do, and

That’s alright. But here’s
The thing: it doesn’t fucking
Matter what you want.

Got it? It doesn’t.
I know, I know. You worked your
Ass off to get here.

Everybody did.
You gave up hopes and dreams to
Do this. Sacrifice,

Man, come on. To make
A thing holy, you gotta
Give it up. That’s all.

You’re where you are now
Because you did what others
Wouldn’t. Not couldn’t.

Wouldn’t. Felt like an
Idiot for years with a
Bunch of guys who are

Younger than you, know
A lot more, look better, and
They’re already rich.

What have you got? The
Ability to suffer. That’s
Right. They’re complaining

About why they can’t do
It, and you’re out there doing
It! So what, so what,

You’re stuck now. Study
Another year, because the
Virus cancelled your boards.

Big shit. Who cares? It
Will make you better. Stronger.
Some of the staff talk

Shit about you. What
Are they going to do? They
Took their shot at you

Already and it
Missed. They took what they could, and
You got the better

Deal. You beat them with
Knowledge: disability.
They are required

By law to help you,
To accommodate you and
Demonstrate what they

Did. And you told ‘em,
You’d take ‘em to court. Guess what.
They haven’t done shit.

What have you got that
They’ll never have? Brass balls. You
Get it done, man. No

Reason to get all
Discouraged. You have your one
Golden ticket to

Learn whatever the
Fuck you want for eight more months
And then you’re in your

Country estate. You
Made a billion fucking notes,
Flashcards, mnemonics

Already for this
Shit. You just gotta get that
Shit back out and put

It in regular
Rotation. Fucking go to
The mattresses, like

The Corleone’s.
You know why you liked mobsters
So much? You wanted

A family. Backup.
A fucking crew. Guess what? You
Got a huge fucking

Army out there. They all
Want you to beat this shit, get
The fuck out of there,

And start your fucking
Empire. So come on, man. Hem
Up your vagina.

It’s sticking out of
Your pant leg right now. Let’s get
Back out there, and rule

This fucking hell week!
It’s not over, it’s never
Fucking over! Yes!

Who Knows You Like I Do?

Face it, we have a

Connection. It’s not

Just friendship. I know

You’re with him now, and

I know you masturbate to

Our memories when you

Think no one’s watching.

You can’t give me up. I’m still

Inside you. You might

As well let me fuck

You. You’ll feel better. My hands

Have traced the curves of

Your body so often,

It’s just muscle memory

By now. Come on. Don’t

Make me get rough with

You. Unless that’s what you want.

I’m game if you are.