To wage war or not to wage war.
By Rev John Sleestaxx
They have attacked me; they have created great strife and undue grief. Even now as I type this they are plotting to weave some travesty of justice against me, some terrible awful event that will throw my world into a spiral.
I know how they work, their secret meetings and their special language. The fucking rotten bastards.
I know that they mean to do me great harm, of that I am certain. I know this because I hear them whispering as I turn the corner and their fleeting foot steps as they run away, the cowards.
Stop and fight me face to face like men, like real men. You all fight like thieves by mis-direction and stealth. You have no honor, no ethics, no real substance.
You sirs are cheats. That is right; I said you are all cheats!
Heathens and malcontents, demons from hell have better manners than you. I know, I have met many a demon and they have the uprighted-ness to at least greet you before they try to steal your soul. But not you, you fucking cheats! You all lie, cheat, and steal. You all sucker punch and run.
Stand up! Do your best but at least be seen before you bring down upon me the wrath and anguish of your focused hate. This hate that so consumes you to the point that you have given up being right and resorted to being a CHEAT!
FUCKERS!
Bring it! Bring it down here bitches because you know what? I am going to wage war! I am going to bring upon you my focused hate AND rage.
I am going to do upon you AND yours, 100 fold of the tragic, horrible, misery that you have befell (yeah it is a word fucker!) upon me.
I will tear into you like a ravenous dog, a virus that feeds on your heart and your brain. I will eat you! Yes! I WILL EAT YOU MUTHER FUCKER! And I will spit you upon the ground into the dust and I will trample you and all of your family into the clay earth and I will work such violence and pain that you will relish the warm earth into which I will put you.
I will then dance and be jubilant on your corpse. I will celebrate the loss of you while there is no-one to mourn your absence. You will not be, there will be no you. The only one to speak of your existence from then on will be me and it will not be fond words, it will not be with reverence, it will not be with thoughtful silence. The mention of you will be like a curse or a foul word. I will spit your name like one person spits something bitter or sour or spoiled.
But I will only do this once a decade. I will not let you have any more than that. You filthy, lying, dirty whore, of a cheat. You disgust me with your lame attempts to befuddle me and yoke me.
I know that you think you are all clever and you have all the secrets. But you have chosen the wrong fucker to mess with. I am not old, and I am not young, nor am I weak or slow. You can not beat me because I am not those things at all. I am mean, I am determined, I am fast, and I am strong! You chose the wrong one dipshits. And now it is I who will may you cry, and whimper like the weak simpering little cheats that you are.
I am going to beat you down and I am going to do it laughing at you and your weakness.
That is right fuck-wad I am going to beat your ass and I am going to laugh at you too!
HA HA
Yeah, I will, because that is the mean-ass-muther-fucker I am. I will destroy you, I will rent, and tear and pull and rip you apart and I will enjoy it. There will be no remorse for the animal way you were bested and beaten. I will have no sadness for the savagery I displayed or the pathetic way you whimpered and cried, I will not feel any empathy for the humiliated way you went down.
You want war? Then you got war bitches! I am so going to be up in your house and I am so going to beat you down.
Fuck yeah! Fucker you are going down!
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Wars are messy
Wars are messy
Rev. John Sleestaxx
It had been a long time coming. The wars were taking their toll on the civilians. Many had given up on a belief that they would have a quiet life. And I do not blame them.
I mean when you have been subjected to nightly shelling from outer space for nearly 5 decades you kind of forget how things were before the war.
You forget what it was like to go to a movie with a date and not worry about the roof caving in or the siren blaring just as the best part of the movie was unfolding.
You definitely forget about how it was back in the day when you could go to the park with your date and lay in the grass and cuddle and whisper sweet things to each other. But now the shelling has made dating a life threatening proposition.
What respectable girl is going to go on a date if her life is in jeopardy? No it was date the skanks, the skezzers, the hungry, the orphans or the thrill seekers.
The good girls, the kind you want to marry, they stay in the bunkers at night and when the need to have a baby is upon them, they either marry into a harem or they buy DNA from the many government run clinics.
That is why joining the service was so appealing. In the service you are given 3 passes a week to access the government brothels, filled with girls cloned from the best sex stock, girls created to please and not breed. We all know that our DNA material is salvaged tested and used to strengthen our population. And build up our forces to battle the evil dark menace that attacks us every night.
No one knows for sure why they attack at night. Or what we did to make them so mad.
We are told that the government has the smartest minds working on the space travel problem and once we can transverse the distance to our attackers we will be victorious.
Until then we just have to be diligent and persevere.
What I needed was a target, something to focus on something for me to aim at. I was tired of practice, tired of shooting into that damn pile of dirt, "We do not know what the enemy looks like, and we do not even know if the enemy has a head. So you will fire at anything we put up in front of you." It seems like piles of dirt are pretty cheap.
One day Crazy, his name is Craig but we call him Crazy, one day Crazy decides to make fun of me in front of the brothel girls. He tells them that I talk in my sleep and that I get a boner while I sleep. Then he tells them I touch my boner in my sleep. The girls all laugh and ask if my sleeping boner is like the one I bring to them. We all laugh at this.
So today we are again shooting at the pile of dirt and I turn to Crazy and I tell him he embarrassed me last night.
He laughs.
I shoot him and my sergeant and the rest of my platoon.
Yep it is messier to shoot a person than a dirt pile.
My books make great Christmas presents
Rev. John Sleestaxx
It had been a long time coming. The wars were taking their toll on the civilians. Many had given up on a belief that they would have a quiet life. And I do not blame them.
I mean when you have been subjected to nightly shelling from outer space for nearly 5 decades you kind of forget how things were before the war.
You forget what it was like to go to a movie with a date and not worry about the roof caving in or the siren blaring just as the best part of the movie was unfolding.
You definitely forget about how it was back in the day when you could go to the park with your date and lay in the grass and cuddle and whisper sweet things to each other. But now the shelling has made dating a life threatening proposition.
What respectable girl is going to go on a date if her life is in jeopardy? No it was date the skanks, the skezzers, the hungry, the orphans or the thrill seekers.
The good girls, the kind you want to marry, they stay in the bunkers at night and when the need to have a baby is upon them, they either marry into a harem or they buy DNA from the many government run clinics.
That is why joining the service was so appealing. In the service you are given 3 passes a week to access the government brothels, filled with girls cloned from the best sex stock, girls created to please and not breed. We all know that our DNA material is salvaged tested and used to strengthen our population. And build up our forces to battle the evil dark menace that attacks us every night.
No one knows for sure why they attack at night. Or what we did to make them so mad.
We are told that the government has the smartest minds working on the space travel problem and once we can transverse the distance to our attackers we will be victorious.
Until then we just have to be diligent and persevere.
What I needed was a target, something to focus on something for me to aim at. I was tired of practice, tired of shooting into that damn pile of dirt, "We do not know what the enemy looks like, and we do not even know if the enemy has a head. So you will fire at anything we put up in front of you." It seems like piles of dirt are pretty cheap.
One day Crazy, his name is Craig but we call him Crazy, one day Crazy decides to make fun of me in front of the brothel girls. He tells them that I talk in my sleep and that I get a boner while I sleep. Then he tells them I touch my boner in my sleep. The girls all laugh and ask if my sleeping boner is like the one I bring to them. We all laugh at this.
So today we are again shooting at the pile of dirt and I turn to Crazy and I tell him he embarrassed me last night.
He laughs.
I shoot him and my sergeant and the rest of my platoon.
Yep it is messier to shoot a person than a dirt pile.
My books make great Christmas presents
A Stinky Contraption By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
The shoes were a stinky contraption of leather, rubber and canvas held together by man made threads. The logo design was no longer of any importance any more, as they just hung on the wire. The shoes on the wire told everybody that a bad man lived here and to stay away.
Everyday they were a constant reminder to original owner that he let some punk take his shoes. HIS shoes that his daddy bought for him, just before daddy left and never came back. And how his momma was so mad when she saw him come home bare footed.
Everyday he walks to school and he looks at those shoes and his ass remembers the sting of the belt and his thighs remember the blood rushing to the welts. His momma was so high she beat him until Mama Helen come across the street to stop her.
Then the two of them got into a fight, and his momma forgot about the shoes. Mama Helen made his mother cry when she told her was just a strawberry and had no right raising kids. That day he ran and hid under the stairs of the front porch with the stray cat and her kittens.
His momma yelled that at least her kid was alive and not dead from gang banging. Mama Helen slapped his mother hard and it was the first time Mama Helen did not seem to be happy.
So everyday he thought about those damn shoes. They were just shoes, but they meant so much more, to so many people, and he swore he was going to get out of this place and one day he would come back and buy everybody all the shoes that everybody wanted so that the shoes would not mean anything to anyone.
On this particular day the memories were stronger and he remembered how his eyes stung from the tears and his heart hurt like it did when the women were yelling at each other. His nose stung also but he did not at first know why. He went under the stairs today this had become his place of refuge and the cat and her kittens had become permanent residents in his fortress of solitude.
He thought he needed to get away from this place. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and marijuana cigarette. He put the wrinkled bent roll of paper to his lips and brought the lighter up to his face…
The worker did not speak English, but he knew that he needed to make money for his family that the baby was getting to old for just breast milk and real solid food needed to be fed to the boy. A boy, ‘I am the father of a boy’, he thought with pride as he jammed the controls of the tractor.
He did not speak English, but he did smile and nod his head real well. But because he did not speak English and the tractor was in need of a tune up he did not hear the site foreman yell to stop. And he drove the bucket into the soft brown soil one more time. He made the tractor kick the bucket in so that the dirt would stay in the bucket. But there was some resistance and he jammed the controls again to swing the bucket to the right a bit. The resistance stopped and the arm swung up. And now in the perfect hole was a large pipe sticking up. The air around the pipe end rippled and swirled like the air on hot day next to the black top.
The boy struck the striker on his lighter once and then twice. And a huge fire ball erupted under the stairs and grew to encompass the entire block.
The lumber that held the dreams and addictions of the people who lived here, had not seen water in over 150 years. So the block of houses shuddered just once before splintering and shattering into so many parts and laying waste to any hope or prayer that may have existed here in this old neighborhood.
The boy at first felt the warmth of the blast then the searing pain of his sins and his fathers sins as he burned up into a pile of tar like substance.
Like A Monkey With A Handgun
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Release date: By 3 December, 2007..
Everyday they were a constant reminder to original owner that he let some punk take his shoes. HIS shoes that his daddy bought for him, just before daddy left and never came back. And how his momma was so mad when she saw him come home bare footed.
Everyday he walks to school and he looks at those shoes and his ass remembers the sting of the belt and his thighs remember the blood rushing to the welts. His momma was so high she beat him until Mama Helen come across the street to stop her.
Then the two of them got into a fight, and his momma forgot about the shoes. Mama Helen made his mother cry when she told her was just a strawberry and had no right raising kids. That day he ran and hid under the stairs of the front porch with the stray cat and her kittens.
His momma yelled that at least her kid was alive and not dead from gang banging. Mama Helen slapped his mother hard and it was the first time Mama Helen did not seem to be happy.
So everyday he thought about those damn shoes. They were just shoes, but they meant so much more, to so many people, and he swore he was going to get out of this place and one day he would come back and buy everybody all the shoes that everybody wanted so that the shoes would not mean anything to anyone.
On this particular day the memories were stronger and he remembered how his eyes stung from the tears and his heart hurt like it did when the women were yelling at each other. His nose stung also but he did not at first know why. He went under the stairs today this had become his place of refuge and the cat and her kittens had become permanent residents in his fortress of solitude.
He thought he needed to get away from this place. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and marijuana cigarette. He put the wrinkled bent roll of paper to his lips and brought the lighter up to his face…
The worker did not speak English, but he knew that he needed to make money for his family that the baby was getting to old for just breast milk and real solid food needed to be fed to the boy. A boy, ‘I am the father of a boy’, he thought with pride as he jammed the controls of the tractor.
He did not speak English, but he did smile and nod his head real well. But because he did not speak English and the tractor was in need of a tune up he did not hear the site foreman yell to stop. And he drove the bucket into the soft brown soil one more time. He made the tractor kick the bucket in so that the dirt would stay in the bucket. But there was some resistance and he jammed the controls again to swing the bucket to the right a bit. The resistance stopped and the arm swung up. And now in the perfect hole was a large pipe sticking up. The air around the pipe end rippled and swirled like the air on hot day next to the black top.
The boy struck the striker on his lighter once and then twice. And a huge fire ball erupted under the stairs and grew to encompass the entire block.
The lumber that held the dreams and addictions of the people who lived here, had not seen water in over 150 years. So the block of houses shuddered just once before splintering and shattering into so many parts and laying waste to any hope or prayer that may have existed here in this old neighborhood.
The boy at first felt the warmth of the blast then the searing pain of his sins and his fathers sins as he burned up into a pile of tar like substance.
Like A Monkey With A Handgun
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Release date: By 3 December, 2007..
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Seven Deadly Sins: Lust By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Today I would like to talk about lust.
Lust is the desire that wells in your soul so fiercely that it pushes the lord from your heart.
Lust is not just sex and sexual relations but also the desire and need to obtain or achieve something.
There are some whose lust is money and material things. Now although they are not thinking of fornicating bodies. They do not spend hours masturbating to images in their heads of hot naked sex. Jerking and rubbing their organs raw thinking of hard nude sweaty bodies, bodies licking and touching, tasting the perspiration and juices from one another in a twisted fleshy pile of carnal knowledge. Heaving and undulating, grinding and panting, slamming one body into another tearing one's soul from the other, screaming god's name and the names of a thousand other lovers as they climax and spill their seed onto one another.
Eze 23:11
“Her sister Oholibah watched this, but she became more corrupt in her lust than her sister
had been, and her acts of prostitution were more numerous than those of her sister.
But those fuckers are weird and twisted. They get off on money, they masturbate to pictures of dead presidents. They sold their soul to Satan so that they could have more material things. These material things and all things of this earth can not be taken into the kingdom of heaven. So they sold their soul for not.
Lust is a desire and the strongest desire is sex. God wanted his children to multiply and dominate the world so he created a strong sex drive.
This desire to have sex is lust. And lustful desires lead you to commit great tragic sins.
Whole operas are based on the twisted desires fueled by lust.
Entire 1 hour and 15 minute porno films are there to entice lustful feelings. Watching these films will cause your skin to inflame and your head drunk with desire. The feelings can become such that the air moving across your sweaty skin can drive you mad.
Eze 23:22
“Therefore, Oholibah, this is what the sovereign Lord says: Look here, I am about to stir
up against you the lovers with whom you were disgusted; I will bring them against you from every side:
Eze 23:36
The Lord said to me: “Son of man, are you willing to pronounce judgment on Oholah and
Oholibah? Then declare to them their abominable deeds!
When we are children our lust appears as a sweet tooth or a habit for junk food. Entire mega corporate empires are built on this lust. They inundate us and our children everyday with advertisements for junk food and candy.
Then when we grow hair and become adolescences and enter puberty we find that certain areas make us happy. Our lust changes to rubbing and touching these areas with other people’s areas.
The desire to rub with another becomes intense and an addiction. We get light headed, we begin to think unclear, and we begin to justify doing wrong things and sinful things to sedate this lust, this demon.
Exo 32:21
Moses said to Aaron, “What did this people do to you, that you have brought on them so
great a sin?”
Exo 32:30
The next day Moses said to the people, “You have committed a very serious sin, but now I will go up to the Lord – perhaps I can make atonement on behalf of your sin.”
Did you know that lust is controlled by a demon? Yes a demon! The demon’s name is Asmodeus. When you become so inflamed, so drunk with desire, you allow Asmodeus and opportunity to enter your body.
When Asmodeus enters you are no longer in control. You are now at the mercy of Satan’s harbingers of evil. Many of the children in today’s world have born because of the control of Asmodeus.
You girls here today need to watch for Asmodeus.
Exo 20:14
You shall not commit adultery.
You boys need to say no to Asmodeus.
Gen 39:10
Even though she continued to speak to Joseph day after day, he did not respond to her invitation to have sex with her.
You teenagers parking in cars need to not park in such private areas as that leaves an opportunity for Asmodeus to enter your vehicle and then you have sex!
Eze 23:8
She did not abandon the prostitution she had practiced in Egypt; for in her youth men had sex with her, fondled her virgin breasts, and ravished her.
You all are hot and dripping in sweat sex. Undulating and pressing sliding on the vinyl backseat sex. Thumping and bumping breathless panting wet sex. Grinding and pulsing nails racked across the back sex. In and out, teeth biting shoulders sex. Up and down fingers fumbling dark areas sex. Pelvic grinding pelvic like one huge fuck machine in the back seat of your daddy’s car. The two of you humping like animals with the windows fogged and the radio blaring Iron Butterfly’s “Ina-goda-da-vida”.
Col 3:5 So put to death whatever in your nature belongs to the earth: sexual immorality, impurity, shameful passion, evil desire, and greed which is idolatry.
Come to confession and confess your sins. Tell me of your sins and we will work to have you repent and have the darkness on your soul absolved.
Come to confession and tell me of you transgressions and we will work to keep Asmodeus at bay.
Exo 32:32
But now, if you will forgive their sin…, but if not, wipe me out from your book that you
have written.”
Do not let the sin of lust seal your fate. Do not get thrown into the lake of fire. For the burn you will feel from the lake will be mightier and more painful that the burn lust puts on your flesh. These lustful thoughts and feelings can be stopped. You can beat Asmodeus, you can whoop Satan’s ass just as I do everyday. But the first step is to get control of your head, your heart, and happy places.
Exo 32:34
So now go, lead the people to the place I have spoken to you about. See, my angel will go before you. But on the day that I punish, I will indeed punish them for their sin.”
There is time! [Bang On The Podium]
Now today! [Bang On The Podium]
Right this very moment stand and say “No I will not let my lust get the better of me.”
[Bang On The Podium] DO IT NOW!!!
I want every one of you all standing right now to see me, TODAY, and tell me of every moment that lust has been in control of your decisions and in control of your life. We will go over every detail and work through this together.
Rom 13:13
Let us live decently as in the daytime, not in carousing and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and sensuality, not in discord and jealousy.
I do not care how vile, or how hot, or how perverted your tales are. We will work this out. We may have to meet more than once if your tales are long or many. But we will do this and we will get to the end. We will get relief from Asmodeus. We will vanquish the lust demon together. You do not have to do this alone.
Gen 18:20
So the Lord said, “The outcry against Sodom and Gomorrah is so great and their sin so
blatant
You know which one of you needs to stand this moment. You know you have been lustful and you have been rubbing your body with another.
Even you who has been rubbing yourself in the dark under the covers, head back silently screaming with ecstasy. Your fingers wrinkled from the wetness of you perspiration and spit. Rubbing and sliding over the same nervous areas that excite you. Up and down biting your lip as you think those evil thoughts. Gasping and panting while you play those hot images in the porno theatre of your mind.
Deu 13:6
Suppose your own full brother, your son, your daughter, your beloved wife, or your
closest friend should seduce you secretly and encourage you to go and serve other gods that neither you nor your ancestors have previously known,
Torturing that spot with little slippery circles while run scenarios of hot flesh rubbing yours. You think of the taste of flesh in your mouth. You recall the tastes of your salty lovers skin on your tongue. Like your mind recalls the images of the last time your failed to restrain yourself and how the sliding of their flesh on yours raised the hairs on your neck. Your fingers move faster as the images are played faster. Your breath quickens and you kick the covers off because the heat in the sheets is too much and your skin is aflame with desire for relief. Relief is coming, you know it is coming, but you want to wait just a little longer as your brain boil with images of naked people melting into more naked people. Your lust is mounting and you can no longer hold the tide. Your body shakes as waves of lustful pleasure roll over you.
Yeah you know who you are. You too need to come see me. We need to talk.
Exo 32:30
The next day Moses said to the people, “You have committed a very serious sin, but now I will go up to the Lord – perhaps I can make atonement on behalf of your sin.”
I want you all to think about how any times you invite Asmodeus into your lives. How many times does the television invite Asmodeus into your lives? What foods and what images are the ones that trigger the lustful thoughts. I know of a man that literately looses all control when he sees his wife vacuum. Seems simple enough but think about how many days there are and how many rooms there are in a house. Now think about how many times Asmodeus can get his wife to vacuum. Yeah that is what I am talking about. Asmodeus is a powerful demon but I know with confession and counseling we can turn this demon back and send him back to hell!
Gen 20:9
Abimelech summoned Abraham and said to him, “What have you done to us? What sin did I commit against you that would cause you to bring such great guilt on me and my kingdom? You have done things to me that should not be done!”
I am here to hear your sins. I am here to counsel your transgressions. I am here.
The teen center is near completion but Satan himself must have a hold on the contractor because that fucker has held up construct for the past two weeks. I would like the knights and the men under 30 to go visit this shit head at the construction shack tomorrow morning. Now I am not saying that you should beat the shit out of him but I think that if he knew the force I command beside god’s he may step up the pace.
Now let us turn to our neighbor and shake their hand. Tell them that you are not worthy to be nest to them because you are going to go out into the parking lot and act the ass.
Amen
Lust is the desire that wells in your soul so fiercely that it pushes the lord from your heart.
Lust is not just sex and sexual relations but also the desire and need to obtain or achieve something.
There are some whose lust is money and material things. Now although they are not thinking of fornicating bodies. They do not spend hours masturbating to images in their heads of hot naked sex. Jerking and rubbing their organs raw thinking of hard nude sweaty bodies, bodies licking and touching, tasting the perspiration and juices from one another in a twisted fleshy pile of carnal knowledge. Heaving and undulating, grinding and panting, slamming one body into another tearing one's soul from the other, screaming god's name and the names of a thousand other lovers as they climax and spill their seed onto one another.
Eze 23:11
“Her sister Oholibah watched this, but she became more corrupt in her lust than her sister
had been, and her acts of prostitution were more numerous than those of her sister.
But those fuckers are weird and twisted. They get off on money, they masturbate to pictures of dead presidents. They sold their soul to Satan so that they could have more material things. These material things and all things of this earth can not be taken into the kingdom of heaven. So they sold their soul for not.
Lust is a desire and the strongest desire is sex. God wanted his children to multiply and dominate the world so he created a strong sex drive.
This desire to have sex is lust. And lustful desires lead you to commit great tragic sins.
Whole operas are based on the twisted desires fueled by lust.
Entire 1 hour and 15 minute porno films are there to entice lustful feelings. Watching these films will cause your skin to inflame and your head drunk with desire. The feelings can become such that the air moving across your sweaty skin can drive you mad.
Eze 23:22
“Therefore, Oholibah, this is what the sovereign Lord says: Look here, I am about to stir
up against you the lovers with whom you were disgusted; I will bring them against you from every side:
Eze 23:36
The Lord said to me: “Son of man, are you willing to pronounce judgment on Oholah and
Oholibah? Then declare to them their abominable deeds!
When we are children our lust appears as a sweet tooth or a habit for junk food. Entire mega corporate empires are built on this lust. They inundate us and our children everyday with advertisements for junk food and candy.
Then when we grow hair and become adolescences and enter puberty we find that certain areas make us happy. Our lust changes to rubbing and touching these areas with other people’s areas.
The desire to rub with another becomes intense and an addiction. We get light headed, we begin to think unclear, and we begin to justify doing wrong things and sinful things to sedate this lust, this demon.
Exo 32:21
Moses said to Aaron, “What did this people do to you, that you have brought on them so
great a sin?”
Exo 32:30
The next day Moses said to the people, “You have committed a very serious sin, but now I will go up to the Lord – perhaps I can make atonement on behalf of your sin.”
Did you know that lust is controlled by a demon? Yes a demon! The demon’s name is Asmodeus. When you become so inflamed, so drunk with desire, you allow Asmodeus and opportunity to enter your body.
When Asmodeus enters you are no longer in control. You are now at the mercy of Satan’s harbingers of evil. Many of the children in today’s world have born because of the control of Asmodeus.
You girls here today need to watch for Asmodeus.
Exo 20:14
You shall not commit adultery.
You boys need to say no to Asmodeus.
Gen 39:10
Even though she continued to speak to Joseph day after day, he did not respond to her invitation to have sex with her.
You teenagers parking in cars need to not park in such private areas as that leaves an opportunity for Asmodeus to enter your vehicle and then you have sex!
Eze 23:8
She did not abandon the prostitution she had practiced in Egypt; for in her youth men had sex with her, fondled her virgin breasts, and ravished her.
You all are hot and dripping in sweat sex. Undulating and pressing sliding on the vinyl backseat sex. Thumping and bumping breathless panting wet sex. Grinding and pulsing nails racked across the back sex. In and out, teeth biting shoulders sex. Up and down fingers fumbling dark areas sex. Pelvic grinding pelvic like one huge fuck machine in the back seat of your daddy’s car. The two of you humping like animals with the windows fogged and the radio blaring Iron Butterfly’s “Ina-goda-da-vida”.
Col 3:5 So put to death whatever in your nature belongs to the earth: sexual immorality, impurity, shameful passion, evil desire, and greed which is idolatry.
Come to confession and confess your sins. Tell me of your sins and we will work to have you repent and have the darkness on your soul absolved.
Come to confession and tell me of you transgressions and we will work to keep Asmodeus at bay.
Exo 32:32
But now, if you will forgive their sin…, but if not, wipe me out from your book that you
have written.”
Do not let the sin of lust seal your fate. Do not get thrown into the lake of fire. For the burn you will feel from the lake will be mightier and more painful that the burn lust puts on your flesh. These lustful thoughts and feelings can be stopped. You can beat Asmodeus, you can whoop Satan’s ass just as I do everyday. But the first step is to get control of your head, your heart, and happy places.
Exo 32:34
So now go, lead the people to the place I have spoken to you about. See, my angel will go before you. But on the day that I punish, I will indeed punish them for their sin.”
There is time! [Bang On The Podium]
Now today! [Bang On The Podium]
Right this very moment stand and say “No I will not let my lust get the better of me.”
[Bang On The Podium] DO IT NOW!!!
I want every one of you all standing right now to see me, TODAY, and tell me of every moment that lust has been in control of your decisions and in control of your life. We will go over every detail and work through this together.
Rom 13:13
Let us live decently as in the daytime, not in carousing and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and sensuality, not in discord and jealousy.
I do not care how vile, or how hot, or how perverted your tales are. We will work this out. We may have to meet more than once if your tales are long or many. But we will do this and we will get to the end. We will get relief from Asmodeus. We will vanquish the lust demon together. You do not have to do this alone.
Gen 18:20
So the Lord said, “The outcry against Sodom and Gomorrah is so great and their sin so
blatant
You know which one of you needs to stand this moment. You know you have been lustful and you have been rubbing your body with another.
Even you who has been rubbing yourself in the dark under the covers, head back silently screaming with ecstasy. Your fingers wrinkled from the wetness of you perspiration and spit. Rubbing and sliding over the same nervous areas that excite you. Up and down biting your lip as you think those evil thoughts. Gasping and panting while you play those hot images in the porno theatre of your mind.
Deu 13:6
Suppose your own full brother, your son, your daughter, your beloved wife, or your
closest friend should seduce you secretly and encourage you to go and serve other gods that neither you nor your ancestors have previously known,
Torturing that spot with little slippery circles while run scenarios of hot flesh rubbing yours. You think of the taste of flesh in your mouth. You recall the tastes of your salty lovers skin on your tongue. Like your mind recalls the images of the last time your failed to restrain yourself and how the sliding of their flesh on yours raised the hairs on your neck. Your fingers move faster as the images are played faster. Your breath quickens and you kick the covers off because the heat in the sheets is too much and your skin is aflame with desire for relief. Relief is coming, you know it is coming, but you want to wait just a little longer as your brain boil with images of naked people melting into more naked people. Your lust is mounting and you can no longer hold the tide. Your body shakes as waves of lustful pleasure roll over you.
Yeah you know who you are. You too need to come see me. We need to talk.
Exo 32:30
The next day Moses said to the people, “You have committed a very serious sin, but now I will go up to the Lord – perhaps I can make atonement on behalf of your sin.”
I want you all to think about how any times you invite Asmodeus into your lives. How many times does the television invite Asmodeus into your lives? What foods and what images are the ones that trigger the lustful thoughts. I know of a man that literately looses all control when he sees his wife vacuum. Seems simple enough but think about how many days there are and how many rooms there are in a house. Now think about how many times Asmodeus can get his wife to vacuum. Yeah that is what I am talking about. Asmodeus is a powerful demon but I know with confession and counseling we can turn this demon back and send him back to hell!
Gen 20:9
Abimelech summoned Abraham and said to him, “What have you done to us? What sin did I commit against you that would cause you to bring such great guilt on me and my kingdom? You have done things to me that should not be done!”
I am here to hear your sins. I am here to counsel your transgressions. I am here.
The teen center is near completion but Satan himself must have a hold on the contractor because that fucker has held up construct for the past two weeks. I would like the knights and the men under 30 to go visit this shit head at the construction shack tomorrow morning. Now I am not saying that you should beat the shit out of him but I think that if he knew the force I command beside god’s he may step up the pace.
Now let us turn to our neighbor and shake their hand. Tell them that you are not worthy to be nest to them because you are going to go out into the parking lot and act the ass.
Amen
Criminals and molesters listen to me By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Criminals and molesters listen to me
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
My friends and family that are here today and the ones that could not make it today due to the various commitments that arise through out the week are not whom I speak of today when I say I say I hate people. I hate you humans. I would rather drift and sink in a sea of maggots and leeches that climb onto a piece of driftwood with any of the human race.
There are some of you that know some of my story and about how I became who I am. I have told stories when needed for imagery about some of my life to this point in time.
But trust me when I say I know human suffering and I know human predators and I know the human race is diseased with fucking scum.
Hos 9:14
Give them, O Lord – what will you give them? Give them wombs that miscarry, and breasts that cannot nurse!
Lam 3:65
Give them a distraught heart; may your curse be on them!
I listened to a story about a school teacher molesting little girls in school. Why? Why do we have to prolong this humans existence any long than necessary.
There is enough stories that match and from many different girls over the course of some two years. Let us just fuck have a lottery on how this shit fuck dies.
No I do not want to waste the care and feeding of this human. If this was an animal that got loose and was going down the street biting people then the cops
Would block off the street and shoot it! There is nothing different from us and the animals other that our thumbs.
Jer 17:10
I, the Lord, probe into people’s minds. I examine people’s hearts. I deal with each person according to how he has behaved. I give them what they deserve based on what they have done.
Luk 18:8
I tell you, he will give them justice speedily. Nevertheless, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth?”
I see the surveillance video of some punk ass freak taking pictures up a 13 year old skirt. What the hell is wrong with him? 13 years old........ jesus H christ!
That mother fucker should find himself in my neighborhood. In my church I would take care of him and the fucker in the school. I would wash their sins with their blood. They would leak red life liquid from their eyes and noses and ears from teh baptism I would administer.
The fuckers would be screaming for salvation and crying to their punk ass god until heir punk ass god did not deliver them and then they would cry to my god for forgiveness and my lord would not deliver them after a pound was extracted and spilled on the mat. My god would make them pay like the evil twisted sinners they are.
Num 5:18
Then the priest will have the woman stand before the Lord, uncover the woman’s head, and put the grain offering for remembering in her hands, which is the grain offering of suspicion. The priest will hold in his hand the bitter water that brings a curse.
These fuckers need to be held up by their toes and flayed by the cat o nine tails just as jesus was. They need to be beaten raw and then salt poured into their wounds to stop the blood flow and the given some more beatings. I want these fuckers in society to suffer as the kids that are abused suffer I want the abusers to know what suffering is. I want them to cry every night and I want them to doubt their validity and their purpose in life. They should know the smell of salesman crotch. They should think that this is the only way to live and then they may begin to understand the hopeless ness of the situation.
They should be left to eat the left overs of strangers and they should be treated like trash.
There should be a day of predator beatings. Once a month the child molesters should be taken out of the prison and put out on the sidewalk once a month for any passerby to beat kick rape and spit on.
Num 5:21
Then the priest will put the woman under the oath of the curse and will say to the her, “The Lord make you an attested curse among your people, if the Lord makes your thigh fall away and your abdomen swell; “your thigh” as a euphemism for the genitals: “cause your genital organs to shrink.”
Man the lord sure had some great curses back then. But see now we are all civilized and have all this technology and all these smarts that we do not need his curses and we should be able to fix these problems our selves we have been shown the way.
But we have some poor child molester’s mother who wants to protect her bay boy and she fights for lesser sentences and easier punishments. The molester's mother has no idea what horrible damage has been done the child of someone else and she does not care and there in lies the problem. She does not care. She did not care when her baby was growing up and so this piece of shit was not brought properly and so he is now a human animal and needs to be put down. The mother that raise that fucking piece of crap should be put down also and any family members two generations up should also be fixed and not allowed to have children they have a defect in their family and the tree should be pruned.
The molesters would think better about molesting if they know they would be put down and their families would be put down also.
Why do we keep doing the same thing over and over again?
Num 5:19
Then the priest will put the woman under oath and say to the her, “If no other man has had sexual relations with you, and if you have not gone astray and become defiled while under your husband’s authority, may you be free from this bitter water that brings a curse.
Num 5:22
and this water that causes the curse will go into your stomach, and make your abdomen swell and your thigh rot.” Then the woman must say, “Amen, amen.”
Num 5:24
He will make the woman drink the bitter water that brings a curse, and the water that brings a curse will enter her to produce bitterness.
While I am on a rant about molesters and their fucked up families let me touch on the subject of thieves.
We all know what happened to the poor bastard I caught breaking into my car. Well he is now been released because there are too many criminals and they needed the space. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT?? just throw some fucking blankets on the floor. They are animals. And put any mother fucker that wants to talk about rights in there with the criminals for a night.
I am sure that any tree hugging, fur kissing, dirt munching druid spent the night with these fuckers would not think they deserved any rights. Just one of those animals would knock out their teeth and toss their salad to prove he was not human and just another fucking animal.
We are too nice to our criminals. We give them too many comforts. The punishment is not nearly as bad as the crime they committed. Because their is always some fuck head saying "oh they are just misunderstood. They just need some help to understand how to so-operate in society." Bull shit! they know how they choose not to.
They want to prey on others. That is how they want to make their way. And we say no no that is not right. Here have a time out. Ok now go out do not do it again.
Num 5:27
When he has made her drink the water, then, if she has defiled herself and behaved unfaithfully toward her husband, the water that brings a curse will enter her to produce bitterness – her abdomen will swell, her thigh will fall away, and the woman will become a curse among her people.
Isa 47:3
Let your private parts be exposed! Your genitals will be on display! I will get revenge; I will not have pity on anyone,”
The punishment should fit the crime. Rapists should be raped daily; murders should be tortured on television daily and then killed. Robbers should be forced to work for government agencies and coaches would be made to umpire.
I want to see these predators, these fucking pussies, these blights on society brought to the level at which they belong and kept there. They do not deserve any special treatment. They do not deserve a jail cell that is comfortable or safe they should be in fear every minute of their lives. They should know the fear and anguish of the people they victimized. They should suffer great deals before the good lord weighs them. They should just be removed from society and fed to pigs.
To my community I would like to thank their wonderful support and encouragement. I would like to thank First Execration Church Of Odium Anathema for receiving me and letting be their Shepard. I believe I have accomplished much and I believe that there is much left to be accomplished. The good lord’s work is never done.
I have been asked to go on a speaking tour. And I have been asked to read sermons at other churches. It appears that my evangelizing has become somewhat of a commodity.
Fear not I will always be your pastor your reverend your light to the good lord. But I will have to defer some Thursdays to Shannon Lark and a couple of the other deacons.
Please go in peace and know that I am in the parking lot with rocks waiting for you bastards to misbehave.
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
My friends and family that are here today and the ones that could not make it today due to the various commitments that arise through out the week are not whom I speak of today when I say I say I hate people. I hate you humans. I would rather drift and sink in a sea of maggots and leeches that climb onto a piece of driftwood with any of the human race.
There are some of you that know some of my story and about how I became who I am. I have told stories when needed for imagery about some of my life to this point in time.
But trust me when I say I know human suffering and I know human predators and I know the human race is diseased with fucking scum.
Hos 9:14
Give them, O Lord – what will you give them? Give them wombs that miscarry, and breasts that cannot nurse!
Lam 3:65
Give them a distraught heart; may your curse be on them!
I listened to a story about a school teacher molesting little girls in school. Why? Why do we have to prolong this humans existence any long than necessary.
There is enough stories that match and from many different girls over the course of some two years. Let us just fuck have a lottery on how this shit fuck dies.
No I do not want to waste the care and feeding of this human. If this was an animal that got loose and was going down the street biting people then the cops
Would block off the street and shoot it! There is nothing different from us and the animals other that our thumbs.
Jer 17:10
I, the Lord, probe into people’s minds. I examine people’s hearts. I deal with each person according to how he has behaved. I give them what they deserve based on what they have done.
Luk 18:8
I tell you, he will give them justice speedily. Nevertheless, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth?”
I see the surveillance video of some punk ass freak taking pictures up a 13 year old skirt. What the hell is wrong with him? 13 years old........ jesus H christ!
That mother fucker should find himself in my neighborhood. In my church I would take care of him and the fucker in the school. I would wash their sins with their blood. They would leak red life liquid from their eyes and noses and ears from teh baptism I would administer.
The fuckers would be screaming for salvation and crying to their punk ass god until heir punk ass god did not deliver them and then they would cry to my god for forgiveness and my lord would not deliver them after a pound was extracted and spilled on the mat. My god would make them pay like the evil twisted sinners they are.
Num 5:18
Then the priest will have the woman stand before the Lord, uncover the woman’s head, and put the grain offering for remembering in her hands, which is the grain offering of suspicion. The priest will hold in his hand the bitter water that brings a curse.
These fuckers need to be held up by their toes and flayed by the cat o nine tails just as jesus was. They need to be beaten raw and then salt poured into their wounds to stop the blood flow and the given some more beatings. I want these fuckers in society to suffer as the kids that are abused suffer I want the abusers to know what suffering is. I want them to cry every night and I want them to doubt their validity and their purpose in life. They should know the smell of salesman crotch. They should think that this is the only way to live and then they may begin to understand the hopeless ness of the situation.
They should be left to eat the left overs of strangers and they should be treated like trash.
There should be a day of predator beatings. Once a month the child molesters should be taken out of the prison and put out on the sidewalk once a month for any passerby to beat kick rape and spit on.
Num 5:21
Then the priest will put the woman under the oath of the curse and will say to the her, “The Lord make you an attested curse among your people, if the Lord makes your thigh fall away and your abdomen swell; “your thigh” as a euphemism for the genitals: “cause your genital organs to shrink.”
Man the lord sure had some great curses back then. But see now we are all civilized and have all this technology and all these smarts that we do not need his curses and we should be able to fix these problems our selves we have been shown the way.
But we have some poor child molester’s mother who wants to protect her bay boy and she fights for lesser sentences and easier punishments. The molester's mother has no idea what horrible damage has been done the child of someone else and she does not care and there in lies the problem. She does not care. She did not care when her baby was growing up and so this piece of shit was not brought properly and so he is now a human animal and needs to be put down. The mother that raise that fucking piece of crap should be put down also and any family members two generations up should also be fixed and not allowed to have children they have a defect in their family and the tree should be pruned.
The molesters would think better about molesting if they know they would be put down and their families would be put down also.
Why do we keep doing the same thing over and over again?
Num 5:19
Then the priest will put the woman under oath and say to the her, “If no other man has had sexual relations with you, and if you have not gone astray and become defiled while under your husband’s authority, may you be free from this bitter water that brings a curse.
Num 5:22
and this water that causes the curse will go into your stomach, and make your abdomen swell and your thigh rot.” Then the woman must say, “Amen, amen.”
Num 5:24
He will make the woman drink the bitter water that brings a curse, and the water that brings a curse will enter her to produce bitterness.
While I am on a rant about molesters and their fucked up families let me touch on the subject of thieves.
We all know what happened to the poor bastard I caught breaking into my car. Well he is now been released because there are too many criminals and they needed the space. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT?? just throw some fucking blankets on the floor. They are animals. And put any mother fucker that wants to talk about rights in there with the criminals for a night.
I am sure that any tree hugging, fur kissing, dirt munching druid spent the night with these fuckers would not think they deserved any rights. Just one of those animals would knock out their teeth and toss their salad to prove he was not human and just another fucking animal.
We are too nice to our criminals. We give them too many comforts. The punishment is not nearly as bad as the crime they committed. Because their is always some fuck head saying "oh they are just misunderstood. They just need some help to understand how to so-operate in society." Bull shit! they know how they choose not to.
They want to prey on others. That is how they want to make their way. And we say no no that is not right. Here have a time out. Ok now go out do not do it again.
Num 5:27
When he has made her drink the water, then, if she has defiled herself and behaved unfaithfully toward her husband, the water that brings a curse will enter her to produce bitterness – her abdomen will swell, her thigh will fall away, and the woman will become a curse among her people.
Isa 47:3
Let your private parts be exposed! Your genitals will be on display! I will get revenge; I will not have pity on anyone,”
The punishment should fit the crime. Rapists should be raped daily; murders should be tortured on television daily and then killed. Robbers should be forced to work for government agencies and coaches would be made to umpire.
I want to see these predators, these fucking pussies, these blights on society brought to the level at which they belong and kept there. They do not deserve any special treatment. They do not deserve a jail cell that is comfortable or safe they should be in fear every minute of their lives. They should know the fear and anguish of the people they victimized. They should suffer great deals before the good lord weighs them. They should just be removed from society and fed to pigs.
To my community I would like to thank their wonderful support and encouragement. I would like to thank First Execration Church Of Odium Anathema for receiving me and letting be their Shepard. I believe I have accomplished much and I believe that there is much left to be accomplished. The good lord’s work is never done.
I have been asked to go on a speaking tour. And I have been asked to read sermons at other churches. It appears that my evangelizing has become somewhat of a commodity.
Fear not I will always be your pastor your reverend your light to the good lord. But I will have to defer some Thursdays to Shannon Lark and a couple of the other deacons.
Please go in peace and know that I am in the parking lot with rocks waiting for you bastards to misbehave.
[Flame War Quitter]
I received a new friend request from some fucktard . I accept and I leave a comment to thank him for the add and that he should stop by the Blog and I would see him on Thursday and he sends flame about how he is a Satanist and blab bla bal yackity smackity. and he does not have to do anything. I ask if he understands the reference to Thursday and that is why I said about reading the Blog. he says no enlighten him.
I write about the sermons and the baptisms that I call for on Thursdays and he write more hate about how I am stupid because he is a Satanist and that there is no god, Satan heaven or hell and I was a twit and ewwww I was a Tales Of Terror fan
ok I get the 'tude and I play along and I explain that I understand how Texas did not know what to do with TOT when they toured but I was not going to hold it against him. and I told him he was not a Satanist but an atheist
he flames back that TOT hung around Houston for too long because their home town did not miss them.
and that my definitions were lame.
then he sends a pilot light that he was this wondrous rock god from Texas and bla bla bla yackity smakity.
I write back that there were no good bands that ever came from Texas and that Texas was a cultural waste land and that he was a waste of human skin. that my son had a better vocabulary and that Texas fought for the land and now they are giving it back and dragging down the rest of the country while they bleed illegal’s ( remember he started this game)
Well he realized that he was out matched.
he shot back three lines about how special he was and how he was some piece of shit that really did not matter to me and did not mean anything to me and then he deleted me so I could not participate any more, what a pussy!
Your chin smells of balls and your breath of semen. You do not know anything other than how I would have destroyed you in your little bad attitude game! you are nothing but a fucking rookie in the attitude department.
I have fucked with the best. I have guilted Johnathin Christ into giving me 10 dollars and 3 spots on the guest list by just reciting 2 lines from one of his songs.
I have made cops weep at traffic stops.
I make entire bleachers of 40+ grown people wail to their lousy gods.
I have the power to make you cry to the god you do not believe in. When I am done with baptism you will see god!
You will circumcise yourself and touch your foreskin to the feet of Moses himself.
You sir are nothing in my world other than a quitter.
You quit the game before the game even got started as you saw the might that was before you.
Fuck you indeed!
Cry me a river you two bit musical hack in a cultural waste land of illegal’s and Selina music knockoffs.
I hope that both of your daddies die of herpes.
I write about the sermons and the baptisms that I call for on Thursdays and he write more hate about how I am stupid because he is a Satanist and that there is no god, Satan heaven or hell and I was a twit and ewwww I was a Tales Of Terror fan
ok I get the 'tude and I play along and I explain that I understand how Texas did not know what to do with TOT when they toured but I was not going to hold it against him. and I told him he was not a Satanist but an atheist
he flames back that TOT hung around Houston for too long because their home town did not miss them.
and that my definitions were lame.
then he sends a pilot light that he was this wondrous rock god from Texas and bla bla bla yackity smakity.
I write back that there were no good bands that ever came from Texas and that Texas was a cultural waste land and that he was a waste of human skin. that my son had a better vocabulary and that Texas fought for the land and now they are giving it back and dragging down the rest of the country while they bleed illegal’s ( remember he started this game)
Well he realized that he was out matched.
he shot back three lines about how special he was and how he was some piece of shit that really did not matter to me and did not mean anything to me and then he deleted me so I could not participate any more, what a pussy!
Your chin smells of balls and your breath of semen. You do not know anything other than how I would have destroyed you in your little bad attitude game! you are nothing but a fucking rookie in the attitude department.
I have fucked with the best. I have guilted Johnathin Christ into giving me 10 dollars and 3 spots on the guest list by just reciting 2 lines from one of his songs.
I have made cops weep at traffic stops.
I make entire bleachers of 40+ grown people wail to their lousy gods.
I have the power to make you cry to the god you do not believe in. When I am done with baptism you will see god!
You will circumcise yourself and touch your foreskin to the feet of Moses himself.
You sir are nothing in my world other than a quitter.
You quit the game before the game even got started as you saw the might that was before you.
Fuck you indeed!
Cry me a river you two bit musical hack in a cultural waste land of illegal’s and Selina music knockoffs.
I hope that both of your daddies die of herpes.
Humasn are evil
I umpire youth baseball. If you have ever doubted the human race, do that (umpire) for a few games. Every time I think the human race is a decent species I end up with a team that reminds me that we as a species are inherently evil and there can be no doubt about the fact that we killed the missing link and ate their remains. We would eat the children of our neighbors if we thought no one was looking.
Trust me, your co-worker is right now plotting your death, and the guy in the car next to you on the way home tonight is imagining what it would be like to bath in your blood and rape your entire family line.
Fuck them all.
Human race is not civilized at all. We are able to use verbal indicators to convince ourselves that we care about everyone else.
We do not care about anyone else; we only want to find a way to take what does not belong to us. "Fuck everyone else man, it is all about what I can do for myself."
here let me piss in your mouth and tell you its
medicine.
You all who think that if you do the right thing and stay the straight and narrow, toe the company line that you will be rewarded. Did you not hear about the Enron fuckers. Jesus they raped the entire market, they raped the entire work force, and they get way. They fake their death and live in Brazil. fuck fuck fuck fuck you fucking spit in your mouth and stick you in the ribs with a plastic butter Knife. ahhhhhhhhhhhhrhrrrrrrrrgggggggg
ja;jklebnsfaJKLQBWF'[UIOQHAJIOSBHDF;AJBSDABNSDIPUGAS;KFNDPAISUBF;IASEDF
DAMN IT AND DAMN YOU ALL FUCK YOU FUCK YOU ALL hahahahahahahah YOU are all fucking yourselves and you all do not care.
One day a terrible rain will come and wash all the trash, dirt, and shit from the streets. Then the world will be made clean and righteous, just as God intended. The meek will not be there though as they will have been eaten and shat out as so much refuse and waste.
Trust me, your co-worker is right now plotting your death, and the guy in the car next to you on the way home tonight is imagining what it would be like to bath in your blood and rape your entire family line.
Fuck them all.
Human race is not civilized at all. We are able to use verbal indicators to convince ourselves that we care about everyone else.
We do not care about anyone else; we only want to find a way to take what does not belong to us. "Fuck everyone else man, it is all about what I can do for myself."
here let me piss in your mouth and tell you its
medicine.
You all who think that if you do the right thing and stay the straight and narrow, toe the company line that you will be rewarded. Did you not hear about the Enron fuckers. Jesus they raped the entire market, they raped the entire work force, and they get way. They fake their death and live in Brazil. fuck fuck fuck fuck you fucking spit in your mouth and stick you in the ribs with a plastic butter Knife. ahhhhhhhhhhhhrhrrrrrrrrgggggggg
ja;jklebnsfaJKLQBWF'[UIOQHAJIOSBHDF;AJBSDABNSDIPUGAS;KFNDPAISUBF;IASEDF
DAMN IT AND DAMN YOU ALL FUCK YOU FUCK YOU ALL hahahahahahahah YOU are all fucking yourselves and you all do not care.
One day a terrible rain will come and wash all the trash, dirt, and shit from the streets. Then the world will be made clean and righteous, just as God intended. The meek will not be there though as they will have been eaten and shat out as so much refuse and waste.
Youth is wasted on the younger generation
You know Punk rock still is just as relevant as it was back then. I just did not have as much anger as I do now.
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"I Wanna Destroy You"
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I feel it coming on again
Just like it did before
They fill your mind with boredom
And they lead you off to war
The way we treat each other
Really makes me feel ill
And if you're gonna fight
Then you're just dying to get killed
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
A box upon the media
And everything you read
They tell you your opinions
And they're very good indeed
I wanna destroy you
And when I have destroyed you
I'll come pickin' at your bones
And you won't have a single item
Left to call your own
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Circle Jerks
Oddities, Abnormalities, & Curiosities (1995)
Bla bla bla records
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Circle Jerks - Destroy You
Man they are right youth is wasted on the younger generation. If I had as much anger as I do now I would have changed the world.
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"I Wanna Destroy You"
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I feel it coming on again
Just like it did before
They fill your mind with boredom
And they lead you off to war
The way we treat each other
Really makes me feel ill
And if you're gonna fight
Then you're just dying to get killed
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
A box upon the media
And everything you read
They tell you your opinions
And they're very good indeed
I wanna destroy you
And when I have destroyed you
I'll come pickin' at your bones
And you won't have a single item
Left to call your own
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Circle Jerks
Oddities, Abnormalities, & Curiosities (1995)
Bla bla bla records
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