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by Emmit Other

Flying demons in the night
That walk in the skins of men
Watch in horror as their right
Their birthright mantle stolen
Before their eyes
Howling horrors in human form
Twisted souls beyond all norm
Racist fucks who have sex with guns
Sexist rapusts who defile thier sons
A mirror image year by year
The ghoulish aping of America's tear
Smoking echoes of the city that died
And founding fathers whose promise lied
Libeties beacon has wet the bed
And every virtue was just in your head
Groping monkey with a gun and badge
Twist the law in dark omage
To tentacled horrors that mock all light
Inept champions to set things right
Bridging banners of centrist glee
Sitting down to biscuts and a little tea
Those we hope will come to save us
Are busy trying to instead betray us
So take your torch
Mayhap a weapon
Join the riot
There is no heaven
Our better angels
Have all fallen
And our only hope
Is those most shit on
Taking no more in the twilight of our land
A new dawn will come
But cold comfort for those ghouls
Who found normal
Who found the quiet every day
In decade after decade
In a sea of blood

Betrayal by the Barrel

by Emmit Other

Franklin once said
Never get into a war
With someone that buys ink by the Barrel
Anyone with an ounce
Of self reflection
Would wonder at the level of betrayal
What is it in me
That inspires such a lack of loyalty
In so many
And I find
I have made some poor choices
The parlance
Of excellence
In the friends I still have
Is cherisment
But it is still an opportunity
In years to come
To be more kind
To be more of a listener
And to  keep an eye out
For those who value nothing
But their own convenience
Investment in Sandcastles
Is not something I ever intend to do again
Open and warm and welcoming
These are the business that makes humankind
But the mirror works both ways
And I will apply the lessons learned
Time to make it so

Inevitable Surprise

by Redwin Tursor

Backwards Records
The Gloved Vinyl Hand
Takes the Executing Axe
Riding a Harley Stallion
Thrusting through time and time
and land and land
Backwards motion insightful echoes
Woven threads of sunset
Working the weave of fate
Of unseen tomorrows
Unspent joys
Taken sunrises from those who cannot voice their screams
Fuel every moleculte of his jade electric skeleton
Made flesh by the will of a debt unpaid
An auditor of a reality callously displayed
Riding the high of entropy
The axe comes down on the inevitable
Seeking like a lode stone
Diviners Rod
Those who rob peter
To pay Paul
The hand working in the worst way
And worst time
For the greatest thieves
The people who dont believe that anything matters
Who dont believe that the abyss can look back
Who insultt the abyss by thinking thats what they are
Or serve
And the nigh talks to the burning fire that is the sun
And it stallions and birth is given
And the rains come
And clense the filth from the street
No earthly revels can see him
But he stalks through the echoes of time
Between the ticks of the clock
And the space betweent he core and electron's fringe
Gravity to his whim and plaything
He comes from the angle you know knot
But come he Always Does

The Executing Axe

By Emmit Other

Forged from the Heart
Of a Hundred Mountains
From Ore So Deep
Dwarves Would Bleed From Terrors Unleashed
On Flame and Wing
Breath of Air and Carbon's Bitter Tart
Refined and Folded Back and Back Again
Until the World Turns Upon Itself
An Axe is a weapon for wood or death
And little room between
It isn't a rapier; svelt and wit
Or a Broadsword; cleft and writ
Not a longsword or short sword
Or even a Hammer
But for chopping trees
Or Sinner's Stammer
Excaliber's Edge sings through all the mythologies
Dozens of swords and their magical ecologies
Sit now and hear the Axe that was Made
The Thundering Song
Of all being unmade
In the hands of a seer it is shield and pike
In the hands of the warrior it's a head on a spike
Shields are sundered
And armor is splintered
Ghosts run in terror
And spring times are wintered
It is above all a vesel of will
To take the heart of the storm
And force it to still
It isnt justice that this Axe seeks above all
But the hubris of madness
That foreshadows the fall
Tinkling bells of fairy chime
Hear the wind that is split
In a piece of divine
Retribution invested in karmic belay
From those who boast
And those that betray

The Pee Whispererer

by Emmit Other

"Why does momma like lemonade so much?"
Little Cindy Luwho asked
But to this her father replied
"Tisn't lemonade my sweet
But another golden liquid
She makes herself
Fresh every day

Against her will
One summer day
so long ago
On her 19th birthday
Strung out
Drunken
On Pabst Blue Ribbon
Like strung out trailer trash
She was
Before she met me
And I got her into Meth
But Meth or Pabst
Are nothing
Compared to her addiction
To that quencher of thirst
And along he came
A dapper hat
And shined shoes
And he said
"I bet you a hundred dolla
You won't drink that special elixer
You make youself
Every day.
And she laughed
And thought he was kidding.
Out came the money
And her eyes were wide
And she said
"For that much I shall
I shall indeed
And then she went
And made the golden drink
And out on the lawn
Raised a toast to Jesus
And another to Daddy
And a Third to God and Apple Pie
And took a drink
Here eyes widened
And she licked her lips
And had another swig
And she's been hooked ever since
No free will at all
So you see my dear
Under a full moon
Under the darkest night
Beware the Pee Whispererer."

Buyers Remorse

by Emmit Other

I am returning the Fucks
I give
About what you think about me
In regards to children
Or otherwise
Say what you want
See you in court if need be
Others, who I do give a fuck what they think
Say quite the opposite of you
Or what Psychopath Hill might dictate
But I am exchanging this
For most definitely doubting your Christianity
Your inpirational Ferris Buellers Day Off
Rolling Grandma's Bones
All over Coffin Brothers Mortuary
Like the Walmart Shopper you are
I can forgive your violation of your sects commandments
Involving Meth Use
I can forgive your Zamboni Humane Society Ethics regarding mans best friend
(That part goes back in the book you didnt know about)
I can forgive you being an empty mask looking for a face
And picking Pimple Dilbert
I can forgive many things
But am required to forgive none
And I am simply not going to lie to myself
About your behavior
Words matter
And you are not Christian
No matter what paste you eat
No matter how many pictures of Aryan Jesus you put on your childrens bedroom wall
No matter how much you say with saucer eyed anime crocidile tears that "ewe iz twying vewy vewy haud"
Christians come to funerals.

Lovely Freedom

by Emmit Other

Christmas
As anyone knows
is in the giving
Not tbe getting
And while it is the thoight that counts
I enjoy it as an art
Considering the person is
And focusing on their being
And choosing a gift to reflect their nature
A grin
that is worth most any cost
I find the exchange of fistwads of cash
measured carefully between the exchangers
gauche at best
And a slow
Water torture drip
of chained obligation
from two people
Who didnt know me
Didnt want to know me
Made up a dog I never had
was eventually a source of mirth
At the head in a bucket
didnt really mean it
school of christianity
So when theee was nothing
No gift at all
From these two
It was meant as an insult
But it was lile a warm summer blanket
wrapping my soul
And finally we can all
admit a little bit more truth
The Dog you invented for me
That I never actually had
Was the best present from you
I ever got
Merry Christmas