Bristol

A rageing pours so pure it roars,

blows fear so death trembles,

raw her force fires into flames,

across foreign lands, borders, dark and dales.

A gypsy nomads rush hour memento..a

Catalan courage bomb shell,

the eyes reflect her soul the mind she blows...

We saw truth crushed down and rose again

to drink from the well of ourselves,

we overcame come into Eden

They blew out our candle, but they didn't blow out our flame.

We travel 400 miles across foreign land,

Into a village with the strongest of the strange..

Over 20 of the strangest with eyes that stalk us.

"An Angel somewhere sings no lies shall overcome us",

Believe that they live forever..bent with hate and their love inferior,

this leveller seeks average and believes our love to be average.

with the flame we try to clear our minds rise and see,

but they unleash Babylon's rain and offer no escape..

then our flame raged into a roar,

that echo into the cogs and bolts of Babylon's control..and

shines light in the dark chambers of a prison cell

They blew out our candle, but they didn't blow out our flame.

At ten fifteen Babylon gives instruction a big con,

A butterflyed dance thousands of birds swarm as one...

above our heads sounds of freedom,

a clear sign before we board a train,

we flee souls consumed horizontal and average..

In dales dark and distant no money no ticket

belief transcends reason and gives us a safe transit..

we clear our minds eventually we arrive at our destination..

The dark Babylon again tried testing the machines arm was stretching

but was no test for a nomad experience worth centuries of experience.

Why the fuck did this happen if only we cleared our minds..still

They blew out our candle, but they didn't blow out our flame.

love began before the cloudy rains

and appeared on a clear golden sun

later in a nirvana of dreams

fearless, apart but together our flame roars untamed..

No lies and no mind it was not in vain

that love that took us across foreign land

all obstacles we overcome,

later on i received all my funds, we could of gone on..xX

what we could of done will be left to legend

Sorrow

For all the dead Christmas Trees that survive the Slaughter a holla this is a song from the heart torn cry of a girl named sorrow.

Only her love was the reason she could not let go, only the days turned to years,and the pain turned to tears to an inbuilt dislike to greed and liars..

I can not forget! Felt and thought the girl named sorrow! her heart gone I know in my dream stitches showed.

Only her soul could sing but O! they wanted to make sure that truth was so unfamiliar but what's stored in the soul is what Sorrow knows that the holder of the Axes faces be shown.

A dark sinister shadow that is cast and lamenting in self verbiage is a well in themselves, fermenting that smells.

In moments of protest love poured so tender what was real In a single moment sorrow was gone.

All along all along the familiar roads, the walls and this land still holds memories of this tale in what is written of a love inside that holla's! They had there momento she whispered, i will have mine.

Sorry is not sorrow I'm not going to pay with my life, waning from approval was when Sorrow looked and saw people in tents protesting against banks in the State were wanting more is a social diseases that desensitizes us from from the axe that cost oh so so many Christmas trees to fall.

On the latest rap farmed, filmed and framed, the suit fits but there other face is shameless misspent virtues.

Awareness! is a fictional reality based on indecisive senseless vile ranks mouths that renk with lies about taxing themselves, dosing us into believing the monetary beast machine is designed to create heaven! laundering ideas to our number! numb and dim

Sorrow rebels the girl who's heart was her soul I still got my Soul the girls name sorrow hollas, that look sang this song There was a look that told a tale a look that felt no lies The machines rold and the Christmas trees began to fall Sorrow began to sing this song for all the Christmas trees that still stand tall whose heart was her soul.

To all the Liars

All the lies that was told,
makes oh so many Pinocchio's
Karma calls upon your souls,
like a stone of oblivion or a crows bellow
Truth the best fight in all the world
all your lies can't ruck,
your all never be able to know the truth
truth is the best fight love has got
can't take away this love,
your lies make you more beast than human,
never being able to reach an inner peace,
a nirvana, in your fragile worlds,
the heavens will never reveal itself only hell.

The Immortals

Injustice that is not recognised by an authority..
Is a terrible crime in which truth shall exalt,
any lie that is told, an opinion or a story is not
based on fact, it is only an opinion or a story.
Them deceivers have created there very own Pandora box.
Your lies are your own failures.
Where ever there is injustice is worlds that are built on poison.
Where ever there is injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere said Martin Luther King
When the truth like a summer day shines,
the purged idiots parched between there fences will be witness
to there own modern miscarriage of family court justice. And they will arrive
on there horse drawn carriage of lies and parade up and down as if the world waits.
I have the great fire of truth and justice will come like spoils in the night I will
have an unflickering smile and I shall hold my back straight I am free free I have no regret
I lived to protect the innocent with security and I fill the high tide of my soul with an inviolable love, that is both indivisible and undivided.
My body is mortal my soul immortal. Lies do not stand the test. Numb, always seeking to maintain there world built upon layers and layers of scorn.
Injustice It feels great knowing god the universe is with me, undoubtedly favours the just, and no guy, person, woman, or man no mortal lie can change the immorta.

Our purpose

5 Aug 2011
our purpose
Our purpose is to save the Earth from the cage it is in, there are two types of people, the rattlers and the crackers.

Injustice

4 Aug 2011
injustice
Injustice that is not recognised by an authority.. is not an authority worthy of recognition only revolution! in injustice the guilty have built straw houses on their mountain and their minds become numb, always seeking approval, forever in doubt, and love becomes fake lore.

These Times

28 Feb 2011
These Times
This is the vision of android consent! Manufactured Reality,the smoke and mirrors, your fears your worries, just outside the birds sing, in a geometric dream.
Coming back, going to, breaking up, what is it we're breaking through?Flashing blue lights. quick response, appear in numbers, babylon horizon.The Law marching into conversations, watching for submissions, dividing. In the last stand enough hatred bred in each human to equip an army, to create the final divisions. The iron that is swung nameing, taging, maiming.Stealing a nation, What! Freedom next time? Purging reason, the android consent! they give us beer, full strength, no chant! no more! one said to the other,"we have in the order of a quarter", gloating he gave the last order! pulsating blue lights, became a sea of sludge, of sound in force! The reason was not disclosed.
Divide, Divide! Detain! just fucking do as you are ordered! said the one who was the leaver.
In a privy council, passed across a table, the final division! said the bold font, the dark front "Agreed" her highness squaked!
Tonight's programme's loaded, the blue light flashing, we was told to stay in, and the final days was given.
The world called in communication in drops of dew was a solution! to see the universe talking.
We all know the score a good deal. Is what we feel different than what we know? What they want is what we're sold.
Kettled into feeding stations, into farms, my life for survival, mineing people's minds. My heart is moving, one time it's going to stop working.
Without any warning the Earth sang in geometric, beyond reason we can see ourselves as the same.
The horizon was a blue screen, flashing blue, pulsing, every last one descending in force! truncheon's raised, blood stained, on horses.
No legal aid given! Unemployed in detention! Business's renting education, and then subletting freedom.
Marriages only for prince's and princess's the followers in the after feed reception.
The missionaries prepare, Bishops! Clerks! are briefed on gatherings and distribution! Oh! Oh! I understand said the Station Manager the Fat Controller, processing numbers in cages with locked doors.
Am I my keys, and the floor, and walls, and everything I own, my thoughts are yours.
In the ever flow in droplet pearls, in a complete dream the Earth calls, centuries of control will begin to fall, out of free parties, adventures, free spirits will come rebels.
In dew drops we saw for ourselves, death was a lie, so I died three times.
All my possession's I own thrown, with my image gone, there was no secrets in universal love.