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No God’s Here: by Asoka

I tried to smoke it off but the pain won’t go away

The bottle’s nearly empty and I still wanna die today

I popped a couple pills and I kinda feel okay

My forty-five is for me and I’ll have to use it one day

 

She, really did hurt me but

I, control my death these days

As, I hold my gun to my brain

I, know my demons don’t go away

 

But that is okay, I’m always this way

A shot to my brain, I drink the bottle again

I’m so full of lies, can’t swallow my pride

I don’t want any fucking help

 

I’m not okay, I wanna die

My demons are always tryna pull me in

There are no tears, I have no fear

My body has become numb again

 

I know will burn, won’t get no urn

I ready to go that way

All of this pain, so little gained

My humanity has died away

 

I don’t need another half

I only want money and drugs

Changing my love, like changing my gloves

Cuz I don’t ever feel that way

 

No gods here

I’m King of Death

I’m am not new to this

Cuz I had invented this

 

I am a god, fucking the devil for her looks

My heart is dead, I killed it just to know myself

Relapsed again, my drug of choice is destruction

My mind it’s slipping, I’m so narcissistic

 

King of Death, I’m in control

I watch the hammer cock back

My pistol’s black, the bullets are cold

Fucking my demon for her wealth

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My Dear Goliath 7/6/2018

Somewhere out there waiting

my Goliath stands,

a titan among men,

blinded by his strength

cursed by his own size

 

so high on his mountain

he can not see the truth

of the world around him

the glare from blooded loot

 

so fat from his treasures

he can not hear the screams

of those his might has crushed

stolen or demeaned

 

and though I may die

or even god forbid,

 

grow giant just like them.

 

right now I am breathing

right now I am being

happily collecting rocks

 

no it isn’t steel

nor mighty bars alike

just pebbles, hopes, and dreams

on the slings of all my might

 

for the blind can not see

the fat will not hear

the titanic never feel

 

and by the gods,

some curse or gift,

I do rightly feel

 

and oh, those dear Goliaths

will know my worldly weight,

for all my rocks and visions

will move you from that space.