The days of work are done
We are not so able

Command-
Describe: Prompt, Propiniquity.
Extrapolate: Promulgate, Prompter.

It is Me- by: unknown forgotten

The strange goings on of a cat.
It runs in the yard
It brushes beneath your hand
It watches you from fourteen feet
It runs in your house
It comes back for another touch
It jumps seven feet over a fence.

Licentious Liaison- Preface- by: prophet forgotten
Be Warned-

He knows your afraid
That why I'm telling you
Always run away
He hates you
It's imperative you know that I don't

Licentious Liaison- Part I- by: prophet forgotten

The Great D & Friends-

We're only in this to get our foot in the door
And the secret cash flow
Nothing pleases us more than booze and strip clubs
We only delve into our minds to fuel our own needs
We don't give a fuck about what happens anywhere ever
Or why it happened because we said something terrible
Shame is useless against us
The fact that you imagine that remorse is even capable of us,
only shows that you are one mindless piece of shit
Really, we don't like you
Truth is, we hate you.
You just look good, and know people better than you,
that we want to take full advantage of
In every way you could ever think of blatant or secret

Licentious Liaison- Part II- by: prophet forgotten

The D & Friends Commence Plan A aka Obliterate-

There is no tolerance regarding misinformation
The two were melted into one like serpents making love
Such a dastardly site you 'd vomit before you look back
With blood and cum, and a frothy construction of what the Devil brought
He and his friends aren't the best type

They stood beneath the bridge earlier that night
Diving deep into the destruction they'd gone there to get
Now there's blood and a bystander laying gutted on the couch
Entrails tied around their waists binding them to one
Wearing it's flesh as garments
They're screaming and defiling the world in every bout
No movement is short of desecration

The ceiling fans swoops slowly
The lights are still on
Hours later
The world sits silent and still
Both throats slit

Licentious Liaison- Part III- by: prophet forgotten

The D vs Jay Outcome Is Always One-

That D and his gang make me wish I 'd never been born
Such destruction like a toilet full of shit,
Overflowing into your lungs
Rolling around in filth
Feasting on rotten loins for the rest of your life
corruption of the smallest detail
With searing hot spears slicing your back

There is a way out
There is the Jayhoo and his winged accomplices
Fiery swords in hand
Be heading every wicked foe that falls in reach
Consuming the evil ones by way of glory and power
Such destruction by holy matter you'd think there's no end
Until the blade mysteriously passes your neck
And destroys the D and his sidekick companions
As they were about to rape your life
Then you'll know finally that the D is the Evil One
And the truth will come out
You have been balancing on only a string
Now that thread has snapped

Licentious Liaison- Part IV- by: prophet forgotten

'Da Viva La Vile Land' or 'The Holy Roller Coaster World plus the Sanctified Crucifix Cabin Retreat.'

Lies, lies, lies.
There's nothing to satisfy the absence left behind by D
After the destruction you are left with nothing
But hopelessness, insecurities and an oozing wound
Standing on coals, bare naked smeared in shit,
And left to never die

Truth, truth, truth.
Jay can redeem
He can reclaim life
Nothing is lost child
There will be no strife
There is downstairs and another slap to the face
Or up stairs with golden streets and pearly white gates
A Father to love eternally and all the joy ever dreamed
Believe.

I wish my face was less a face
And more a mirror
So you could see yourself
But I suppose that you'd have to look me eye to eye first

I just feel so tired
My bones are always shaking
Asleep or awake
I feel so brittle
Like I'm about to break

Dog House- by: unknown forgotten

I'm about to tumble down the hill
Like a fallen tree
Transformed into a log
Loaded onto a truck
Driven down gravel roads
Traveled hundreds of miles
Cut smaller into 2x4's
Cut in half yet again
And nailed to the side of a doghouse
The one you're going to have 6 years from now
When you're older and married
When you have your first kid
And a puppy you just purchased at the pound
Your husband will build the doghouse
But the dog will never use it
But your toddler will love to play in it
Until age 6 and you buy that swingset
Then you'll discard the doghouse
And at that time you won't remember
I was a board on the side always

(Light) Refractory- by: unknown forgotten

You should have gone to sleep
When you said you were going to
Now you're up too late, delirious
And taking the wrong time to contemplate
All those things your sober state would have never thought
Sober, drunken, or not, your mind doesn't work right
So it's okay when I call your head drunk, crunked, or fucked
What's the difference when you're more like a leech
Or severely weakening disease
when was the last time you looked in the mirror
when was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror
when was the last time you even cared?

That Pain- by: unknown forgotten

You know it's late and I'm soaking wet
Peaking over the fence like a proper lady
This war does stand for something
Your words contradict my text
My life is subtle and slow
You're dancing with the Devil and don't even know
What's the next step in this puzzle
You've had time to think
These last 30 minutes must have brought you to the brink
That one we all need so eagerly
To wipe the ashes off our shoulders
And never remember