Scalping

Yet, given the stark differences of stresses,
constantly associated with living and finally dying,
many feel like they seemingly have hardly other choices,
but you should know damn well anyway,
nobody wants to be lied to, supreme dead head,
unless it’s perhaps to save facing a harsh truth,
possibly hiding from this great realization,
of one’s mighty belief amounting to only a bloody illusion!

Ugh, the amazing hostility and insulting arrogance,
violently spewing out of these filthy Christians,
who would easily mystify and bewilder strangers, friends, and even family,
I’m deathly afraid of life,
so I will burn everything else shamefully under extreme prejudice,
to covertly snag poor skulls for my scumbag, Jesass wipe!

Because you utterly refuse to handle dreaded emotions,
instead, diabolically waging a seriously demented campaign,
against the loathsome public in dirty reach,
leering sour puss of the fearful grave,
since it’s imagined profoundly important enough at the moment,
once those scary demons are deftly purged,
right through your bitter neighbors’ game room toilets,
comfortably seated across a trinity of smoking chairs as a holy altar,
now obscenely stretching the elastic band around your bony wrist,
patiently waiting to hear that orgasmic squeal of a tearing neck!