The Writings of Aiyu

  "This is why you don't understand, what it is that I am, From a tyrannical Yaweh, meant to rule Uncle Sam... For the Harassers ravaged, a destitute world, Gave freedoms to beggars, With all royalty hurled... For the old and the order, the world and the new, Found no such executions, beheading for you... For the crawdads and cavemen, did writhe in their beds, Thinking of nooses, that hung in their heads... For the Perseus prince, and leader of MOD, The son of Satan, and the father of God... Did climb into heaven, and there he did wait, For the beautiful sublime, and the glorious gate."

  "In bases, it's safest, the low are all stored, But where did they go, this venomous horde? To underground labs, from jungles of concrete, To show their strange fangs,and start to deplete... Their uranium souls, and dark matter lives, They starve for their children, families, and wives... Fuel for the pecking, fuel for the fro, I want to be a celebrity, how could they never know? Of my greatness, as I sit here, and dance with the wolves, an ominous sheep, who points down his hooves... A game of extermination, as they sit there and rattle, As he saves our nation, from ignominious cattle."

    "Do not believe, What you see with your eyes, Do not yet harken...and only tell lies, The angels are fallen, the demons are sleep... ...and tall tales of madmen,Then rise from the deep, As Jesus is savior, as God is our lord... ...each one of us from Sodom,stake claims from the horde, As heaven is gone, and hellions won't rise... The heathens from purgatory, with lost souls in their eyes, The damned see naught before them......but their might and decree, as they attack God's believers,With warmth, pity, and glee... The denizens, demagogues, and evangelicals thrall, While the idolaters conquer, their false believers and all... The path of man has been chosen, the word of God dead, While the angels, saints, and priests flock, to the Hell in your head."

  "What do you choose, what do you use? The fiction, the diction, or the ooze? Cannot relate, cannot partake, it's the grime, the goblins, or the lake, Cannot acquit, cannot relate... They say the rabbit is at the gate, Of boredom, Mordor, answers, true... But his insanity, huh, it's always new... Take one nickel, take a dime,  explain these things one at a time... If his answer's always true, what the hell's been done to you?"

  "Lord Byron, Lord Blackheart, and others, I suppose, have risen in Britain, for what reason, lord knows... The magic of Hogwartz, the magic of light, for who in this world, knows magic and might? Of eyes and great scholars, all have been had, of spies and great ballers, all have been glad... Those who do not speak, these riddles and rhymes, do not belong, in these uncertain times... MI-6 neglected, their nefarious woes, and now there's only James Bond, and his various foes... Prince Bishop, Prince Bishop, won't you follow my heart? Be calm, poor commoner, because only there did it start..."

  "Los Illuminados, a sinister scheme, To replace Earth with Plagas, if you know what I mean... Parasites lost, and parasites found, An alien prince, and rumors abound... For Nünda, the son of the alien race, Came here to guard cattle, Straight from outer space... For Antioch and Nünda, both live in his head, And guard Hamunaptra,The Land of the Dead..."

  "Where do we go, this creepy flow, down and down, to and fro, This rabbit hole is deep and dark, Why doesn't he just fall apart? Why does he say such crazy things, when all we want is diamond rings? The time we do is now engage... What does he called this certain age? Times are darkest, he'd assuage, Armageddon's gonna do, if apocalypse came for you... Down to Hell, this little name, What do we call this little game? Death is certain, death is true... ...Look at this, now where are you?"

  "Monsters, posers, ashes of air, Why isn't anybody left, why isn't anyone there? Doctors, madmen, legions of doom, What have you done all day, but stare around in your room? Clinics, hospitals, the most meticulous air, If you are not making them, why is there one over there? Politics of madmen, the land of the dead, Why in place of high worlds, do we get nooses instead? A capital crime, to pick at one's bones, Why the rich sit around nightly, and politely trade thrones. The tyrants are smiling, they have defeated their sheep, for the world is now monsters, left to static and sleep."

  "Social, social, why are zombies so new? Tell me, young corpse, what's been bothering you? Go party, and fall, right flat on your face, Tell me, young man, why don't you know your place? Losers, that commit, to nefarious woes, Like covering up wrinkles, when one smells their clothes... Poor, wretched, and scowling, with an ominous air, Why not admit you are simple,and that you are there? People so low, they pretend to be mean, ruling, sarcastic, with an ominous glean... Why not be a Scion, and without a doubt, we can rule this universe, he's been talking about!"

  "Yearn into filling, and yearn into commode, What verily cometh, when one fries a node... Of Bass Bicher's envy, of Passive's delight, the swarm hath come empty, to come here by night... They mock and parade, they chagrin, and just so, To learn in the timing, it will be all they know... They learn with the lights off, they learn in deep tombs, They learn in deep dungeons, with mysterious rooms... They rattle and rattle, and then they did say, I just want to be famous, anyhow, anyway... Deep learning in dungeons, deep learning in tombs, deep learning in alabaster, strange padded rooms... Where are you going, cattle, what will you next do? Because you're going to asylums, and we'll take your bets, too..."

  "What's wrong, in Hong Kong, the gentry did say, the proletariat rise, and boy, are they gay... From the district of D.C., to the shores of Beijing, a hammer did fall, and a loud cry did ring... As the commoner's thrall, as they announced them all king, and off the shore of Japan, a butterfly's wing... As the swarms in the sky, all recall men In black, thirty seconds from Mars, and from space, they'll attack... As the proletariat rise, and the titans did clash, not only a target on Earth, but a galaxy smashed... As the ripples from space, reach out like a beautiful verse, a tsunami gathers out there, the size of the universe."

  "Repercussion, repercussions, a glorious doom, What would come to you, docile, but the things in your room? I've got it all figured out, we've got it up high, we'll enslave all of Earth, and nothing will come from the sky... Bugs, I step on them, all of the time, What are you telling me, this is some kind of crime? I manage a business, and that isn't bad, When I take the freedoms of Earth, who wouldn't be glad? O, look, there's a planet, with an infinite peasant, just sits there and chuckles, and thinks death is pleasant... Let's see how he likes, a worldwide eclipse, and take one step further, swarms of spider ships."

  "How fast, a tortoise, a tortoise, and then a hare! Hey, tell me, young man, what's happening there? Machiavellian brilliance, majestic dominance, look at everything you do! Tell me, where are these people following you? Brilliant clouds, brilliant shrouds, all surrounded by light, And lightning crackles thunder, to all's delight... And rumors of darkness, he has quite a few, why would he stop there, if that's all he knew? A prince who has fought, through nefarious crimes, Why would he give back Rome, in these uncertain times?"

  "Slippery steps, and slippery stones, And in naught but a while, many broken bones... Misery, misery, this Spider Witch, Give Hell a high, and live with this b*tch... Sent to wards and great doctors, to mend and get healed, And through a hole in his ear, A spider is sealed... The paralysis is driven, the venom has grown, It has been many years, and it's all his own..."

  "Well see they were fallen, well see they did call, Got caught by the Scion,Welcome to Patriot Mall... All the contracts were torn, all with tears in their eyes, the five hundred have bungled,Welcome to the American Surprise... The parking lot grew, its constitutions were tamed, though the king of the jungle, was never quite named... Let's capitalize on I-40, they never must know, 'cause if we go down swiftly, then down with us they go... We've botched with the lobbyists, the politicians are crazed, and please don't ask Hollywood, or we'll forever be hazed... The capital crumbles, the Statue of Liberty asleep, and now the treason of media, will grow horrid and deep... The country is dying, the Scion alone, Look how much gas and oil, We sold to sit on this throne."

  "All roads in Rhode Island, all lead to one crop, As waves crash on Indonesia, Newton Grove and Bahama, then stop... The beautiful milling, of passionate smoke, As the perfection of paradigms, it will often evoke... The nature of existence, will cut you in twain, As you inhale and exhale, and exist yet again."

  "Welcome well past Balrog's gate, Your fortunes here, they do await... Follow codes, and now, that's true, But The White Rabbit, that will do... Baldur's Gate, and more to go, gaming's got a lot to show, There's more to this, and yes that's true... Maybe White Rabbit will follow you..."

  "Meandering through, a prosaic prose, What does he stumble across, only nobody knows... When sirens scream through the darkness, into the light, Only then does the darkness, seem to requite... Speak not to him of history, speak not to him of prose, Anything you agree with, he knows it, I suppose..."

  "Red siders, red spiders Anonymous glow... Dark siders, dark nighters, Where will you go... A poem of riddles, A singing of crimes... The cherry haired lady, The leader of times... An Umbrella contagion, All leading to hills... Where do you get, Your vicarious thrills... A demon of Omen, And without a doubt... You have nothing, To carry about."

  "A thousand stars in space could not predict this epic flight, Say goodbye to old school Hollywood and at least they had their night, Going to get popcorn is now predicted as an ultimate fight, Things were going that well and this came in, does he even have the right... The purple obelisk uranium would never even have this glow, Fourteen awards and that guy just said it even one had stolen the show, Look back on the critters and the cavemen and wonder did they even have to know, Ninety years of yellow light and then, surely they had to go... A wonderful world of magic and might Slytherin could not possess, Every film, show, and story and you could not love it any less, Previews so good God when to Christ and wondered which angel that he did bless, So stylish and powerful the old ones have forgotten how to dress... Aiya, God, and prophecies could not cover such a thrall, One of every one of ours could take every one of them at all, Better with a woman, a hand grenade, and a ball,...