I once told a friend who was as low as one gets:
"Life sucks, but living doesn't."
It saved his life.
Let us be thankful for everday of living.

Limbo- by: unknown forgotten

We try and limbo under the bar to Limbo
The gateway to the upper level of hell
Touch the bar and go to hell
Make it under and go to heaven
I'm as far down as I can go
Either way it's not looking good
In Limbo we wait for the destruction of the world
In Limbo we party and limbo under the bar for fun

The World Has Sinned- by: unknown forgotten
(Perhaps another divine comedy [?]. Laugh with me now...)-

Plans for the future?!
Look deeper!!
I doubt the world will make it until tomorrow
Plans for tomorrow?
Thanksgiving a is a holiday for gluttony and slothfulness
Christmas is a holiday for selfishness, spendthrifts and hoarders, not to mention hypocrites, falsifiers, betrayors, the unbaptized, diviners, false counselors and schismatics,
Veterans day is a holiday for violence, and wrathfulness
...as is Columbus day (destroying the local people and land) violent towards others; and art, Usury
Valentines is all lust, seducers, flatterers, selfishness. Jealousy another sin comes in for those unloved.
Halloween is for the heretics, blasphemers and hypocrites
Easter and Good Friday is for hypocrites, the unbaptized, diviners, false counselors, schismatics, betrayors and falsifiers
Memorial day at its very best is still only slothfulness
Birthdays are days of selfishness, and thieves
Holidays are excuses for the world to defile themselves
Then let us rejoice!
In the eternal inferno we will all burn
Let not one of us fall short from these desecrations
Let us rejoice!
We are humans made short of glory
Our nature shall destroy us all
Find me a man free of sin and we will celebrate
Perhaps spill his blood upon a sacrificial altar
The sort of altar resurrected on any one of these special days
Even the Devil complies with holidays
Revel in our own filth and splendor!
Look what we have become!
Why should we shun what we disgust
When we love it so much?
Do not deny hypocrite, that we love it so much.

If It Was All Metal- by: unknown forgotten

Graphite dust blew over the steel plated hills
Metal jagged leaves hung off metal jagged trees
Shrapnel for gravel
Melted iron ore for a river down below
The taste of gold for breakfast

Rusting animals, the signs of old age
Joints creaking, faces oxidizing
Plies of nuts and bolts that walk about
Gold plated young ones, freshly oiled follow behind
Not machines, but living metal