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Fuck It and See What Happens

Historically we have been heading this direction
A dictatorship might do us some good
Democracy was such bullshit in the end
Did we really think that we could pull it off
A day long crisis of faith
Time to pick ourselves back up and do it again
Screaming for blood, screaming for a revolution
All that is, is noises inside your head
Too lazy to get up off your ass
Sucking at the tit of modern industry
If this all collapsed what if anything could you do for yourself
Wipe your tears and understand we were never meant to win
A blanket of hypocrisy pulled tighter with every turn
Broken down system was never going to let the right ones in
Money is all that it takes
Can you speak it, understand it, pray to it
The new gods are paid in gold not hopes and dreams like the old
We talk of freedom as we rattle our chains in protest
Does any of this really surprise you anyway?
The invisible cage of society was built to lock us in
You either struggle to succumb or succumb to struggle
Our voice, our pain, our survival are nothing more than talking points
Bullet points on a page, check marked so they know what to say
No matter the outcome our fears won’t go away
The bottom holds the top because we let it
So shut the fuck up if you are not willing to try
Fuck it and see what happens

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Long Legitimate Regret

There is a war within myself
One that can not be won with blood and guts
This can’t be the end
But I fear that it must
Each day is a plague within itself
A lost cause of hopeful redemption
One that could only do better with mass amputation
A removal of myself
A separation of mind from body
I hope one day for it to all go away
Though I know less hopeful things
Will come true
If this is the end
Embrace it as if holding an old friend
Too much has changed since the beginning
Your bull-headed stubbornness was cute
Now it is nothing more than sad and pathetic

Unsure

So they say
That it is the age of death
So they say
A lot of things
Who are they
That you listen too
So they say
We are all murderers and thieves
So they say
To hear themselves speak
Who are they
Anyway
So they say
That the world will end today
So they say
Anything that you want to hear
Who are they
Inside your head

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Often

I often wonder what it feels to die
Does it feel like I do now
All alone with no one to talk too
I do this to myself
Yet I don’t know the answers to my own questions
I often wonder how soon
Will all this prove to be meaningless
They say you pave your own way
But what if it’s not true
What if this is nothing more than a collection
Of me and you
I often wonder about God
Am I him or is it you
All reason would lead to nothing at all
I feel like I know what I’m saying
But in the end it all seems to come out the same
Blood in blood out and all that shit
Maybe life is nothing more than a brotherhood
Of bull shit
I do this to myself
Get all upset for no good reason
I often wonder what it feels to die
And I know it has to feel like this

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The Date Rapist…

“You can’t sit there,” a voice out of nowhere exclaims. “Why the fuck not?” I ask quickly getting up from the bench. Frantically I look around in the darkness. “There is a rapist on the loose. Well, a date rapist or something like that. He might even be you. I don’t know,” the voice without a face says. “Why is it always a man? How come it is never some big breasted, sexy woman who is out to get everyone using nothing but her vagina to seek revenge? Always a man and his oh so powerful dick coming to wreak havoc on the world,” I huff. I still haven’t managed to find the source of the voice. It has to belong to a woman by the sound of it.

“Are you serious right now?” She asks in a hushed whisper. I don’t bother responding. “Women can’t rape men. Everyone knows that. How the hell would that even work anyway? Rape is an act of anger and hate forced onto an individual that isn’t willing to participate sexually,” she informs me annoyed. “What are you a fucking dictionary?” I ask. “Know what it doesn’t matter because you are wrong. A woman can rape a man in more ways than one. Just because their dick is hard doesn’t mean that they want to have sex. That is the same as saying because a woman was all wet it means she wanted it. She wanted it so badly. We are programmed to fuck in a subconscious level even if we don’t want to,” I interpose. 

“You are raping my ears right now with your dirty talk,” the voice says. “Then you have the whole other level of raping that doesn’t even involve dicks. I mean anything can be inserted into an anus from a finger to an action figure. So really to say a woman can’t rape a man is wrong. She can if she really wanted to,” I rationalize out loud. “Granted she would have to overpower the man, but the same drugs men use to accomplish their goal are also available to women. It’s not like they belong to a special club or anything,” I ramble on.  “So, is that all it takes?” The voice asks in a curious tone. “Let’s face it though most men are little bitches now a days anyways so, really a woman might not even need drugs in the first place,” I say proudly proving my point. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She asks in disgust from behind some bushes. I stare into them looking for any sign of a person.

“Hey, you brought up the topic of rapist and some ignorant shit about how women couldn’t possibly be one,” I answer. “Oh, so now I am ignorant because I don’t believe a woman can rape a man. That sounds real intelligent. You are so smart I wish I could be as smart and stupid as you,” she says annoyed. From the sound of her voice, it sounds like she is getting closer. “You know this is so typical. A man has to explain to little old me about how the world works. I was just trying to give you a chance, but no,” she had more to say but gets interrupted. “Excuse me do we have a problem here?” A male voice asks from out of nowhere.

“Oh fuck,” we both exclaim in unison. I reach for my pepper spray. Spraying the little can in no general direction towards the male voice. She apparently had the same idea as me. We don’t stop spraying until our cans are empty. Eyes burning, we all begin to cough and hack. All of us except one. The pepper spray mist cloud dissipates and we stand there watching as the man lies on the ground kicking and screaming. The strong stench of urine cutting through the toxic smell. There is a dark outline growing around the crotch of his uniform that becomes visible even through swollen eyes. “I’m a fucking cop,” he screams rubbing his eyes. “What do we do?” I shout before dropping the can of pepper spray. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” a big breasted and sexy woman suggests. Too scared to do anything else we run in opposite directions into the blurry darkness.

M.T. Billings

We have a basket of prompts and what were the odds that I would draw rape? One in three. Granted I put the topic in the basket, but that is besides the point. Why rape? Because a basket full of prompts is fucking stupid. Get what I give, I guess. Not my personal best. Could have done a better job. For the record men can get raped and many male rapes go unreported. That was my point. Wasn’t trying to trigger anybody or upset anyone for once. Thought it was something people should know.

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Into Reality

Lies, lies we tell ourselves to get by
Everyone is standing in their windows
Hoping to get noticed, but everyone is too busy
Ignoring the people in their shitty lives
A generation raised on hiding, despising
Falsified documents made to look like lives
Every ones opinion locked away in a data bank
What did you do today?
Nothing the same as always
Who wants to hear the truth, infliction
What you mean, the words get twisted
Infections, choose properly or be torn down
Shit upon, dragged around and forgotten
This is the world in which we live our lives

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Broken Thoughts… Scrapping Together…


Blood drains from the soul
Body goes numb and the brain goes cold
Separation between church and state
Separation between body and soul
The world is ending and you were all told

Well good luck, you make a difference if you just give up…..

I want to cut my throat
Bathe in my blood
Just to feel how it would be
To be me for once
Drag me through dirt
Drag my cross to my grave
Everywhere I go
People want to tell me how to live
But nothing is ever good enough

The simplest of things… can mean more than you believe…

I can feel myself as I bleed
I bleed for you and I bleed for me
The weeping angles can’t stop repeating
“God why are you doing this to me?”
It all started, the bleeding that is
When I asked the simple question
“Do you still really believe?”
Lies are truths and truths are lies
What if I told you that nothing was real
That real is only a state of mind

God chose this so you can suffera test unlike any other…

The Devil is an asshole but so are you
The witches were burned because they
Were feared, holy called unholy mistakes
That we teach, no one can tell you how
To live, no one can tell you what to do
But somehow they do

A little bit of everything in this one… In the early days there wasn’t much in the way of direction… Sow it together and hope for the best… Not much has changed from then to now… but time takes longer than we have time for… living by the words… living by the seat of our pants… put something out and see what happens…

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