Thursday, October 16, 2008

Stand to the Front

Or I will kill all of you in the name
Of your families and friends
Don't tell me your sorry ass stories
Or of all the goodness you intend

Step to the wall

Or be struck down like cowards
You're of no use to take with us
And it is no loss if you're gone
So quit making all that muss and fuss

About being considerate to the likes
Of The Sodom and Gommorah crowd
There is a solitary shadowy figure approaching
And he's appropriately wearing a shroud

It is your death
Your well earned well deserved death
For all your utterances of futile bargaining
All your wasted exhalations of breath

For anything that did not support
Or stand behind men who stand the line
Your system is breaking down
Now comes the fabled fatal end time

Slaughter is imminent and imperative
No prisoners is the call of the day
Stand to the front or all is but what
You merely stupidly stubbornly have to say




Neils
9:00 pm
10/15/2008
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transcribed this time
9:10 pm
10/16/2008


N....again

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Reply suggestion to another critic

Reply suggestion
To another gutless brainless critic

Please quit your day job
Please quit the one you have at night
Please just lay down and die
You have nothing to contribute to the fight

Please quit breathing up the air
Please quit eating up the food
Certain dangerous ones among us
Are sick of your whiney cry baby mood



Neils
10:27 am
10/10/2008
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transcribed this time
11:12 am
10/14/2008


N....again

Why your version of pax lacks

Why your version of pax lacks

You are the shallow one
A wanna be pretend human being
You have no logic or foundation
To determine what you are seeing

You're a mindless set of responses
Your head is filled with preconception
Your tactics are to smear and demean
Your whole approach is deception

What have you ever done
What challenges have you faced
What hard lessons have you ever learned
What values have you embraced

I would say none
You ride the surface tension
You are empty vapid and hollow
You lack any depth to your intentions

You lack any real substance
All you've got is your hit spit and run bit
You think yourself clever in your little endeavors
But really all they are are what make you

A runny smelly diarrheaed piece of shit




Neils
8:05 am
10/09/2008
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transcribed this time
11:09 am
10/14/2008



N.....again