Monthly Archives: Mar 2020

Breathe in and relax


Time to relax a while,

Sit back and be calm

Time to meditate and tune out of rage

And manifest the light and love,

Sharing the kindness

And focusing on inner peace,

I breathe in compassion

And let the frustration be released,

I get not angry but passionate in my thoughts and words

But I never lose my sense of humour,

During the sublime or the absurd

No matter how tough life gets
And believe me it gets tough,

I always keep on smiling

And sharing all my love,

Flawed I maybe perfect I am not

And I know I know none of life’s answers,

But I keep questioning everything

And finding them? Well what’s the chances?

So I sit here and take deep breaths and meditate on global healing,

I tune into all those suffering and absorb their feelings,

And then recite mantras of world wide hope

And ease got the afflicted,

Because when it comes to wanting change I admit I am addicted,

The world needs a paradigm shift

And a real awakening,

So I will manifest my dreams and hopes on this

And keep my vow to keep on fighting,

For light, peace and love.

Rape and violence in marriage


She lays there in that messy bed

Full of sex stains, with the smell of sweat,

The sun breaks through a shard in the curtains

And dapples light upon her face,

Is this a bed where love was made

A in sensual, consensual union,

No, it’s a bed where sex was craved by a man who chose abusing,

And his wife knew better than to fight back

Her past bruises showed how he’d react,

He comes home from a night of drugs and drink and demands that she

Complies with all his depraved thoughts and his sick fantasies,

He treats her rough, and beats up, whatever gets him off

He treats her like a worthless thing,

And shows her very little respect

And she now believes that he is the best that she will get,

He stinks of booze and his tone is crude

He raped her anytime that she finds a voice to refuse,

And he tells she’s the lucky one, because no one else would ever fuck her

He treats her so worthless, treats her mean,

He does all he needs to control and own her,

She’s his filthy sex toy, that’s all she is to him,

He makes her cook then spits it out and says her cooking is shite

She apologises, because she has lost her self pride,

And he undermines her every chance he can

Then she becomes invisible to him,

She is just her whore and slave in the bed and the kitchen,

And very little else she does truly matters or interests him

He wanted to keep her bare foot and pregnant,

But thank God he has no fertile sperm him

For he is as impotent, which kind of defines his way if life,

He is a loser, a predator monster, and a rapist,

And just a worthless waste of oxygen,

And she hopes that karma catches up on him,

And pays him back for all he’s done to her.

Female slave trade


She lays the in terrified anticipation

In a far off foreign nation,

Ripped from her home town streets

Forced into the female slave trade,

Drugged and placed in rooms to be raped each day

Shaking and drousy and so afraid,

Wondering if she will survive another day

Just a piece of meat to be abused by men so depraved,

Who don’t even care about their age,

Many of the men are rich and powerful,

Many of them seeking the thrills,

Sex trafficking is one of mankind’s greatest ills.

How does it feel


How does it feel now to live in fear

Knowing that death is always near,

Invisible virus hunting us down

Meanwhile in in other countries watch as bombs rain and hit the ground,

Wiping out streets and people who live there

Is it any wonder why they run and flee scared,

Do you know how it feels now to fear for your life

Yet you never cared about their agony and strife,

You hated on them, targeted them with your bile and spite

Not caring or understanding how it feels to fear for your life day and night,

Now you’ve had the slightest view of what this is like

Yet still you have the comfort that they were denied,

We saw and watched how you panicked

And how you hoarded out of fear,

Great fucking Britain, I bet Britannia shed a tear.

Love in a hostile place


They found love in a hostile place

Criticised for being from a different race

Judged by the colour of their face

And scorned and threatened for comming from a different faith

This hostility is malignant

This is why I am so indignant

People who criticise the difference

Are blind, cruel and ignorant

In my eyes they are insignificant

Their views are so belligerent

Rooted in fear and manifesting hate

They could careless about the misery, they cause

Because they’re cold inside and just don’t care

Brutal men and women who are always there

Hiding in the shadows so just beware

They strike at love, straight at its heart

Seeking to rip real love apart

Content to banish the light and leave all lovers cast adrift lost and alone in the dark.

Our church


Grey damp walls

Granite stone and tall,

Bells ringing out

Here the sound of my toll,

To hear it all of you it’s my goal

Come visit my grand hall,

Inside my church of the nephilim

Though practicing nihilism,

A contradiction of our roots

A revolutionary offshoot,

Awakened and conscious

We were the seeds,

Where the one tree of love grew

We were the hands of creation

And we’re not amused,

How mankind’s exploited and abused,

This sacred earth on which our church was formed

Now we are the promise of a new dawn,

And we come to reclaim this earth back

Under your feet feel the earth crack,

And volcanoes spew lava we let out a cry

Nature will never again suffer such genocide,

And as the seas rise and the ever hotter sun hangs in the sky

And tornados rip across humanities lies,

That it’s the power on earth is that which resides

We’ll show you power so you all better hide,

We are the nephilim, the nihilists and we reside in the ancient church

Of the true anarchists,

No politics here, we refute it, religion we resist it’s dogmatic subservience,

We sit and meditate in the observance of truth, love and light,

Standing strong for human and animal rights,

Within the sanctuary of the church of the nephilim and the nihilists

Welcome to the church of the pure anarchists,

In money, war, hate we refuse and desist

To play these games so corrupt and twisted,

In our belief we are persisisting,

We are the nephilim, the nihilists and we reside in the ancient church

Of the true anarchists.

Don’t be appeased


We lose hope and we lose dreams

When we submit to appease,

We lose love and we lose light

When we decide to believe,

The lies and hate and allow deceit

What we allow is what we receive,

So we must find strength in facing this

We must learn to subvert and resist,

To object and refuse what we knows not right

Against, the dark forces of the deep state,

We must apply the pressure everyday

To ensure people are allowed their say,

For democracy is meant to be this way

Government for the people by the people,

Not government doing as they please unswayed

For dictatorships are formed from this game,

In the name on control they steal our rights each day.

Why people get angry


Why do people get so angry,

Maybe it’s being poor that them angry,

Maybe it’s living hand to mouth and going fucking hungry

That’s what makes them angry,

Having to scrimp and scrape while being denied opportunities

Didn’t get the best from education,

Had no option but to go to a sink school,

Grew up on a council estate, that people called a slum

And we were brought up being taught we were just scum,

Why do you think that they are angry,

Maybe it’s being poor that makes them angry,

Maybe it’s living hand to mouth and going fucking hungry,

That’s what makes them angry,

Seeing rich people, getting rich because of hereditary,

Never having to work a day in their life and then,

Talking down to them,

Like they got some fucking right

As if they are superior, they are superior to nothing,

And that champagne that they are quaffing

They never ever earned it, it was handed down to them,

They were born with a silver spoon, wedged within their mouth,

And scum people weren’t and that’s the only fucking difference,

Why do people get so angry,

Maybe it’s being poor that them angry,

Maybe it’s living hand to mouth and going fucking hungry,

That’s what makes them angry,

Maybe seeing life in all its inequality

That’s what makes them angry,

Jobs for the old school boy with the same time,

No jobs for those for the scum that reside on the council estate slum side,

That’s what truly makes people angry,

The pure total inequality, that’s built into this corrupt system,

Which is so wrong means you had better listen

This is why we are going to be burning down your fucking system, trust, that’s our mission.

The fight continues


The fight continues and it’s never going to stop,

We will be watching what you do around the clock,

Poisoning us with your pesticides, pollution and you biological shit,

Suffocating us with your chemicals and putting it in what we eat,

Starting wars and killing all those innocent people,

Watching your false flags to justify the inevitable

War on terror, yet you’re the terrorists,

We will be watching as you destroy the environment

And don’t expect us to stand by passively watching this,

We will rise and subvert your schemes and get the people resist,

We will get them to object and refuse your plans that are so destructive,

Because the fight it will continue

And we’ll continue to make a stand

Because the future is in love and unity between our fellow man.

Men and their Dominion over women


Why do men seek dominion over women,

Why do the treat them as they there just for using,

They use marriage as away to cage them

Use it as a means to be controlling,

They call it love but is it really just ownership

Why do so many men treat women like shit,

Why do some men think they have the right to rape and abuse,

Those are not real men just a poor excuses for one,

Why do they protect their daughters yet encourage their sons,

To get out and get laid. With just about anyone,

This gender difference gets me confused

We are a masculine, feminine alliance with and that’s the truth,

So as men we need to realise women are not just objects and toys to be used,

But precious and wonderful and deserve respect from me and you,

And allowed to be strong, beautiful and free,

With out running the risk of the usual men’s jealousy,

The stems from their own weakness, self doubt and self belief,

But mostly because many men suffer from such high levels of insecurity.