And Inside The Mirror.....

 

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    And inside my mirror.....

  Lives the beasts

  Spying on me

  More than the government 

  More than the Deeper State

  They keep me inline

  "Keep yourself alive"

  They are in no ones imagination

  And that much

  I know......And The Sourcerors Told me....and from long long.....   ago

  And

  "Dont listen to me...at your peril"

  And when i walk into room

  Theyre always all making fun

  Of me ...and

  Sometimes  Right to my face

  But not always

  Sometimes

  Cleverly

  Behind the scenes....veiled with screams....

  But it was me

  Who killed Epstein

  And jfk

  And John Wilkes Booth 

  Too..... And John Wayne was gay ...Great American hero.... Greatest American ever...you little fag...I installed 2 way mirrors at his pad in Brentwood and i was appalled and i saw it all ...and the Letters from Paul to the New World !! Way up in the sky metallic gleaming super high...prestige...and way bigger...and better than you...and me...

  And before i was even born

  I was down in Cuba

  Tryin hard

  To press all the buttons

  Baby

  Burn baby burn

  Burn the whole shit-house down

  And much like

  What the Lizard King said

  Before he was arrested

  And taken away

  Cop kill a creep

  Pow

  Pow

  Pow

  A creep who tells it all

  A creep like me...

  Now Lord

  Look what you have done

  Way back then when you let them

  And my family too

  Be cruel

  To me

  You want me to love...pray...and forgive...

  Huh.

  Well...

  Who forgives me ..????

  The dark spirits in my mirror..... they do and indeed...

  They Are my only friends 

  And i will unleash me

  And them

  And North Korea too

  To burn all of you...and YOURS...

  YOU want me to love pray forgive???

  Yes you command me

  And still

  At the end of the day;

  No one

  Loves me...

  All they all ever do

  Is know

  My plight

  And yes they all do

  "Use it against me"... and laugh...

  But

  Now

  I have nothing left to steal

  Steve...

  Adam and Eve...

  Im now taking out Iran

  And power plants...

  And Nbc claims

  Im losing in all the polls

  And as usual

  But eventually 

  Nothing

  Stops

  Me...

  Nothing left to take

  But plenty left to

  Bake

  Nothing left to lose

  So anytimes

  Good

  To

  Snooze

  Tom...

  And oh how i see

  And more than just

  Up on the big screen...

  How God

  Just aint messin around...

  With me

  He will have people lie

  And even lie in court too

  Against me

  To prove to me

  Oh how he is there

  And he doesnt want me

  Watching pornography

  And or

  Doing horrible

  Unspeakable things

  Done to me...

  Youve made your point God

  Youre just like all the rest

  Nobody

  Really

  Loves

  Me

  Do they ?

  A crown of thorns

  Upon your head

  Is what you'll get

  And you'll be dead

  But in glory

  To live in Heaven forever

  Or something like that

  I tried to be happy here

  I wanted to just be happy here...

  And Marry Cindy or Tania or Lisa or Brandy

  But you just wouldnt let me be  

  Free

  ...free will

  We all think we got it

  But we all

  Have nothing...

  So long as our own

  Families

  Hate

  Us....

  But Blake

  Can rate us

  For he knew

  He was

  In a mortal race..... and against me .....though he really couldn't see ...and though he really wasn't sure... he just knew; There was something there...nothing he could revel....

  Death defying dare-devil

  Fate !!!

  About face

  The Supreme Race...

  They call out

  Again and again

  So superior

  Suffered better

  And more

  Than most 

  The West Bank !

  The Gaza Strip !

  The West Bank 

  The Gaza strip !!

   Jesus must return

  He knows his place 

  So move your

  Inferior ass 

  And have some class

  
  

  We'll kick you Lass

  And take your gas

  Three way tie

  For last....

  
  

  And 60 years ago

  My very same

  Mirror

  Absorbed

  The Sourcerors

  And spit them out

  The 3

  Not the 12...... So at night ....alone i pray ....Lord please make it all go away ....bring back yesterday though it was never good at all ....and I Spot the Lord so all alone and in his office...a half clock ticks...as he counts invoices ...receipts...invoices...receipts....and he says so sorry Klause... but i cant go on forever...YOU WON...!! I'M giving this to you ....all.... and i found myself naked and on the ground trying to reassemble an ancient clock ....that i must decode it won't erode ....thats when i discovered that...i was right in the middle of one of those empty voids...in the Universe...so far away from anything...that all i see is black... God oh Lord ...please bring me.....back.... and but He gives me the whole Shaboo-Shebang...The Chocolate Factory ....Do you wanna wear short hair and work there ...daily grind ...dressed nice ...or go with me to the evil death show...and ressurrect the past...back when long hair and heros shot their mouths off and took their clothes off ...dressed only in Loin...celebrate the groin.... and what i heard at the concert i remember was; "We have a future...!!!" Come be and stay....with.... The Sourcerors ....""!!
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• The "Sourcerors" March 10 ... 2026... 

The Ballad Of Blake Douchebag

Its just all about

• Finding Blake dead

  And in The Greenhouse...

  
  

  Legacy

  Can't stop

  Me

  And Tania getting married

  Might hurt

  A bit

  But in the longrun

  Its all part of Gods plan

  And on that day

  Blakey

  Didnt see

  Me

  Comin' nor goin

  Nuthin was showin

  No warnings

  He thought he was gonna be

  Or already

  Was

  Some big hot shit shot

  Change the world

  Yet

  Marry a girl too

  And have a kid

  So normal

  But i made sure

  Each day

  When she turned onto her street

  She would see my name

  By God

  Lit up in fame and near Sepulveda tame 

  Yet

  Down

  In flames....and spoiler alert; the ariola and all controlled by Geffen and Motolla ...and Luke Skywalker too ...a mere movie  some pathetic liberal masturbated out.... yes ...probably stole it all from some little unknown conservative bathed in preservative... trying to cure with raw garlic but only odor and farts emerge and on display...the cancer...it doesnt go away...and prayers to Gods who betray... yes

  Blake sits all alone...

  And raises the barrel

  He knows hes just another

  Thief

  All stolen

  From me

  Yet he does not know my name

  Or does he?

  But i know that God knows

  And the devil too

  And another Elon

  One million years

  From now...and through and through...

  They run it

  Again and again

  And its always the same

  And small as a mouse

  And Blake always

  Ends up dead

  And in

  A greenhouse...

  And i look back

  And i see all

  The glitches

  Wrymes with

  Mitch's

  At the conclusion

  Of that Perot sticker chase...and on Election day...

  He gave it all away..

  And i barely knew him

  But he knew i must be stopped

  But there aint no stoppin

  For i always got it poppin

  Superior in Poem

  And muse

  Not that pesky little

  Louse

  They all claim

  But a robot pure

  Gleaming supreme

  And she wore

  A nice red

  Blouse

  And blake

  Ended up dead

  And all the same

  And in

  The

  Greenhouse.........        Part 2 ; "The Rose"....

  And here come

  The men in black

  With their questions 

  "Who are you working with?

  And

  What do you know

  And

  What did you see

  And

  When did you see it

  And

  How did you do this?

  And i told them

  All i did was buy a fish tank

  Aquarium

  And all the little

  Fishies

  They better worshop

  Me

  Or else...!!!!!!

  And they keep signing

  Those

  3 piece bands

  Again

  And again

  And trying so hard

  To get

  At ME

  and make me 

  Give up

  Make me quit

  And or spill the beans

  But Blake is still dead

  And

  Nonetheless

  And i spot a beautiful white horse

  And tania got a divorce

  While Cindy gets pregnant

  So in panic

  She must come

  To 251

  And visit me

  She parks on the corner

  Her childish sticker

  Is half gone

  And faded

  Bummer

  We never

  Dated...

  But the drugstore screams my name

  To any and all

  Who drive by

  Some get this matrix

  And some just die

  Never knowing

  Never spotting the glitches

  As do i

  I saw her

  Little white car there

  And i cower away

  And drive down to Hermosa instead

  And i might as well

  Be dead

  And on this beautiful day

  1987

  Heaven

  Or hell

  And its all the same

  So fucking lame

  Round and round

  We go Groundhog day

  And God just laughs

  And theres always this rumor

  He only loves and forgives those

  With

  That sense of humor

  And

  Oscar nudges me violent desperately

  Trying

  To wake me up 

  But it does little use

  My muse

  Is revenge

  Now

  Justice depends

  Now

  I have few

  Friends now

  And i dont even care

  You just stare

  I write so good it shakes the air

  Rattles the screen

  And blows up

  Like a 911 call

  A haunted

  Doll

  And a huge war

  In Iran

  All started by me

  And my tense and angry

  Explosive

  Energy...and thats why those few wise spot me and try to throw the book...but all they got is lies....and her thies  look you in the eyes...and cut you down to size...and you think you're havin fun or in crypto they call it funge but it was ME who invented Grunge...and lying on my back the only happy hack is sinning badly magazine reliving a violent rape scene try to pray try to hide....break on through to the other side content that they were cruel now happy to be the fool ...and where i and or you...can do ...  anything.... and a word to the wise ... and all the A & R ; Peace on Earth from all the battle cries...

  And Craig gets cancer and dies

  He dared

  To tell lies

  About me...but and

  The long arm of the Law

  Is coming too

  For thee

  All controlled by me

  For i

  And i alone

  Am the only one

  Here

  Alive

  Not any

  Of

  You !

  So important

  Is I

  James tries to insult

  It gets a limited result

  And i am gone

  Barely

  Remembered

  At all

  In

  Reality...

  But a huge Star

  To me

  Myself

  And i....

  And the Men in black just laugh

  Dont bother

  To arrest

  Or anything

  Nowhere

  Is

  My

  Name....  and Love is just a flower and it strikes that lonely pose...the repose....the Rose...

  Yes...

  This is all

  Just

  A simulation 

  That i dreamed up

  One day

  Was it 1977

  Or 1967

  Soaked in acid

  Youre all placid

  Vapid

  But its all about me

  I am

  Interesting you

  See....AND 

  In a World Gone Mad

  You all worshop

  ME

  Not  Christ

  Not Satan

  666

  Nor the God

  Or government

  All of your minds

  Are

  For

  RENT....

  And i dream

  Of buying a house

  Mortgage

  And with a little white pet mouse

  That i can feed to a snake like Mitch

  Or maybe Perot

  A faded sticker now

  And its so windy

  And much like 

  Cindy...

  A beautiful  day

  But its all infected

  By this one huge louse 

  And Blake

  Just stays lying dead

  And

  In the Greenhouse 

  And we all are

  Our own

  Parasite 

  An empathy graveyard

  Where

  There is no sanctuary

  No sanctuary

  No sanctuary

  Logan...

  The God put us all here

  With evil

  And a game

  We must survive....a test and with a lower case T...

  Some smile and thrive

  But they are

  The good looking

  And or tall

  They rule it all

  Or just

  The dumb and happy

  Or the lucky

  And or

  The strong.....The Rose......
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Up On Yellow Hill ... The Lonely Old Man Poet...

The old lonely old man poet

Up on Yellow Hill"

"

The poor old man

They took

All his money

Or was it just him ? 

But they couldnt stop

He or him 

From living up there

On Yellow Hill

The brown men

Came

And took his jobs

The yellow man came

And out-thought him

Resourceful ... 

Of course

And his own so called family

Abused his niceness

Weakness confused

With kindness

Compassion

Confused

With blindness

Naivety 

Bit they couldnt

Prevent Jack

From feeling happy

Well at least

For

The time being ... 

He is broke now

And though

Not alone

 

very

 

He was smart before

At least at times ...

Or maybe

Just broke then too

And spiritually 

Or otherwise

Dream

Of her thighs

Don't tell lies ....

And we wish and he....

Could have

Behaved

As this;

"He carried all his money

In a little black 

Box

Which was heavy

As a rock 

With a big pad lock"

Or do we ??? 

But not really

He was generous

And often gave away

Simply

Too damn much

But 

It wasnt even him

Doing it

It was all

meant to be

God 

Was the Master Planner

Helping the others....

Using him

The fall guy

Patsy

Jumping on That proverbial grenade

And

Again and again...

No sympathy

No empathy 

No critical thinking ....

Or deductive

Reasoning ... 

Niceness

Kindness

Traded

Stupidity

Not faded..

Love

Berated

Generosity

Ignored...

And well

It should be

So now

He bought a safe

To put

The box in

And a house

To put the safe in

And a watch dog

On a chain

To make

Quite sure

And his face

Was very funny

When he counted

Up

His money

And he realized

He

Hadnt

Any

More...

But it mattered not

It mattered

It mattered not

It mattered...

God fixed it perfect

So nobody cares

And further more

Nobody should

Either

So now

I guess

He won a scratcher

And he resides at last

Up on yellow hill

Old and ill

Bleed him dry

When he finally 

Dies....

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Eyes Cast Out ...

 

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  And i got stuck

  In the private sector 

  I traded in my dreams

  To be scared

  Of assholes

  And true heroes

  And villains 

  And thieves

  Stronger

  And better

  And more worthy

  Than

  Me

  And the path of least

  Resistance

  The easy way out

  And eyes

  Cast out

  Ghosts

  They cannot

  Roam

  And much

  Like me

  Stuck in mare

  Stuck in prayer

  The taller

  Wiser

  And better men

  Steal our dreams

  And 

  Fantasies 

  And God 

  Only

  Just laughs

  He favors the bold

  Not necessarily 

  The old...

  
  

  THE PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE 

  THE EASY WAY OUT

  THE PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE 

  THE EASY WAY OUT

  
  

  And work harder

  Not smarter

  8 bankruptcies

  Will

  Get you

  Through

  And pay the man !!

  The old gray

  Conservative

  Up

  On the hill

  He watches pornography

  And Fox News

  And hes lonely 

  Still

  And the liberal

  Thief

  He'll

  Steal you blind

  And his

  Shitty music

  And movies

  Will wreck your mind

  And god throws you a token

  And a. Cookie too

  And its all your fault

  Too

  What they did

  To

  YOU

  
  

  THE PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE 

  THE EASY WAY OUT

  WORK SMARTER

  NOT HARDER

  HIRE SLOWLY

  FIRE FASTER

  LIKE YOUR

  MASTER

  BAITING

  THE HOOK

  with your heart

  You discover

  You only lie

  And much like Christ

  Is today the day..??

  Or will you die

  On another..???

  And they took her away

  And left you in hate

  Of debate

  And

  Agony...

  Cynthia and Tania

  And Deserie 

  And Angeleah 

  Have left the scenes

  And the building too

  And just like Elvis

  Youre the hero now

  Your time has come

  Today

  To shine

  My son...

  Dont say

  Oh wretched me

  Just pray

  Boy pray....
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Big Brain...

 And on a windy day

And as the cold rain

Came down

They stole

From me

And the devil

Got his best laid plans

And of mice and men

From me

But long

Before

I was born...

Come back to me...

Come back to me

And 

OH

WISE MAN

WISE MAN

WHICH WAY SHOULD I RUN

WHICH WAY SHOULD I TURN ?

IT DOESNT MATTER

FOR

AS USUAL

AND As ALWAYS

I WILL GET BURNED

OH

GO AHEAD AND

PRAY

TO THAT NEON  GOD

We made...

For

Out here

On the parameter 

We are fucked up

Immaculate 

And nothing changes 

Still..

They stole from me

Yes

One was found dead

In a greenhouse

Another

A brain tumor

One or two

Or more od...

Or wrecked

Dont worry...

God will get them all

Before my days

Are done

And they will all know my 

Trail

Of

Dead...

Come back to me...

COME BACK TO ME...

BUT The Lord sayeth no...

Flee Satan..

Flee

The numbet

Of the beast

Oh what can i do

For you sir... ?

More money from

Me...?

Or more of

My time

My gracious love

And kind jokes

Ignored

And unwelcome

Hoax

And dolls

In the trashcan

They try to explain

The matrix

And

That big brain...

Out there...

Another Pleasant Valley .....

 Are the Bromides winning ??

And do they

deserve too?

After all...

And I wish God would come down and kill all the liberals and just like the Bible

but am I so good ?

Am I worth backing..?

And defending..??

maybe all along

its been the problem...

and too the question

All along...

I sing my song.... 

Are the uppity

Goody Two shoes...really all that better..???

Are the beautiful Fox News blondes

with their perfume

and guns

really

Truly

more pristine..?

and still

not

For me....

And its very weird

how I threw my whole life away

and nearly every relationship

for God

back when I was young

And maybe even

Sometimes...

now

...

God doesnt need my help

but He needs

My pain

suffering

humor

and to tell all this

Like it is...

unrewarded

and mainly unsung ...

The hidden hero 

supposedly

I guess...

or something ...

like that... 

but now,.

I am not even sure if I believe anymore

ironic

And I wish God would show up in the sky and

kill all the bad people

but he just might kill me too

and perhaps he should

and I really don't even know what I know

If I really know

who I really am

etc etc

I know I believe there's a God

but do I believe in that God they all worship

here on earth ??

perhaps I do but I'm not sure

maybe I'm not meant to

maybe no one is,.. 

And suffocation

Horrible feeling ...

And Tommy doesn't know

What day it is...

He doesn't know

Who Jesus was...

Or what prayin' is... 

And the Feds and FBI

AND MORE UNSEEN

THEY ARREST AND KILL

OBSCENE ...

AND

Democracy does not disappear in any darkness baby...

It vanishes

Right in plain site...

And right

Infront of our eyes

Veruca...

Mandella...

Dont believe the man

Behind the curtain

Or do...

Its all the same

A buncha Russian guys

Will steal your crypto

Either way...

And

Just...

The same...

Cry and suffer ! NOT WITH THE CABAL !

 "MY GOD MY GOD 

WE ARE IN HELL"

BUT,..

I MUST AVOID THE CABAL !

THAT SECRET SOCIETY

Yes,..The Only One !

That can set me free !

at last !

Don't want to join

THE GANG !

ETERNAL !

I want

to

be

me !!

Supposedly Free ...

YES,..THE ETERNAL GANG

THE NATIONAL PEOPLE'S INSANE !

Wear the wrist band

and come be with Us !

Or be damned !

Dye your hair green or purple

inject yourself

with the Earth preserving "savior" juice

that doesn't even work

at all !

They worshop a Lord

....And watch them drop dead

and perhaps you too

under pressure

to be like

the rest !!

One of the Best...

Man.. and the Gods

have

to offer...

and enslave...

in a digital cave

Solitary

prayer

Relayer ...

THAT'S THE SIGN POST UP AHEAD

"OH LORD

IN HEAVEN

PLEASE MAKE IT ALL WELL"

So sayeth.... 

yes...

says the lazy man

genius

who quietly controls all

sleeps all day

and they can do nothing

not even

the Cabal...

sure they can yell

and tell...

but they're under his spell

but God is wiser

The Riser...

then men who sayeth;

"yes !

make it all great

like I ,... back when was young

again !"

BUT HE DOETH NOT LISTEN

AND AGAIN AND AGAIN

YEAR AFTER YEAR

ALONE IS MY FRIEND

"MY GOD MY GOD

WE ARE UNDER A SPELL"

the mathematics machine

it keeps spitting out data

AND WELCOME TO IT

MY FRIEND ..

ETERNAL INSANE END

GET UP On your soap-box

Speech

but

The bullet may Fly !!...

Remember !!!

They lie !!!

And they feel so alone

in their dwell...

crazy as hell

I need

a Southern belle

and,..

long ago

God took my hand

and he lead me through

the maze

We were on a journey

we stopped only for the best

but

on the road to Bangkok 

We discovered two young boys

they were insulting me

And at some school .... 

and mysteriously

they knew exactly 

what names to call me

though I thought

I really didn't know them

I guess they knew

me...

From somewhere ... or someone ...

I found the scene odd

and God said;

"Just forgive them,..

They know not what they do

they learned it

From the Devil...

the evil

and just like you

too"

and we traveled on ,..

and we kept coming to crazy scenes

and sometimes I looked around

to notice

that

not only was God gone

but my Angels as well

they left

and elsewhere

they must dwell

without me

I gotta do it alone

yes

sometime We all must

I guess

but then I see

the gods Return

and they are very much back

and with me

they pick up swords and guns

and they battle the Satans

and for me

and at the very end

they look at me 

in disgust

I should have handled it alone 

and without their help

and or knowledge too 

but

they always end up smiling

"We know its rough

and we also know

you're tough enough"

and they vanish

yes disappear

it is time for me

to use my spear

alone

and you think this life is a curse?

well

let me tell you

friend

the end

is a nuclear

WORSE

and some say that God is mean

but well

the humans are very

obscene 

and 

and these men

led me

through

a factory

and explained

how

important it all

was

while I laughed

and smoked weed

and read the creed

of the lazy man

genius

who controls all

with the sweat of a brain

and

I must stay indoors

and all alone

it is for all of your protection

for

the Angels all around me

they destroy those

who dare

doubt me

and or mess with me 

for I am one of the good

yes ,..and among the very best

and you are all bad

or something

like that

I dare not venture outside

someone will say the wrong thing

or look at me wrong

and that someone

will pay

the price

and i won't be the one

who orders 

the hit

For

it will be the Lord

and Hith

those Others

on that other side

who

shall

do the dirty work

for me

dirty deeds

done

dirt

cheap

and

the Lord

stood by

and allowed

you

to be raped, beaten, humiliated, and hated,.

and yet

you still praise Him !

well

good job !

genius !

thats great

masturbate !

at night

its all you got

dummy !

so think not

and write not

just be dumb

'round

the dinner table

where the liberals control

the scene

and the narrative too

you're little and dumb

and everyone

hates you

too

yes, few will back you

its funner to watch you

cry and suffer

"Go to the Mirror boy !!!"

and the righties are silent

as the table just sits

inanimate 

waiting to use their

hand

at night

its the best they got

and Scorpios and Geminis

fight

hard to deal with

and

as usual !

again !

and AGAIN !

AND LOOK AT HIM OVER THERE !

HE JUST SITS THERE

SMILING

HE KNOWS ALL

MAYBE HE

even has the most

money

he's not with

the Cabal 

at all !

and well

thats how you feel sometimes

and thus I write it

I don't hate God

it just seems it

I love you all

it just feels

like hate

thats

all