Your martyrs are murderers

you are the scum of the earth
oh enablers of insanity
purveyors of psychosis
god adoring delusionists
in this godless world
trying to spread your purity
by priests jacking off
onto little boys faces
killing the raped
and praising the rapist

i will not invest
in your collectivist thought
your venom
your poison
your store bought crucifix
bar-code branding
tax evading
cult of the cock-sucking christ

put them on the wheel
put them on the cross
wash their sins away
with the iron claws

-JG

It all started in 1986

i was born 20 years
into the age of fire
sworn 20 years later
by will and desire
evoked by those
of who i admire
incited by a philosophy
that doesn’t tire
from a book with concrete ideas
and religious satire
written by a man
who is an individualist rectifier

-JG

Three nail sermon

are you ready
to defend your conviction
of the backstabbing and lies
that lead to your savior’s
crucifiction

can you hear me
or are your ears
filled with deception
your holy book
is not the word of god
but man’s invention

are you so weak
to not have your own will
giving one dollar every sunday
and praying to kill

your enemies
are in the denominations
this never was and never will be
a christian nation

so they feed your heads with lies
you swallow them with your eyes
disgorge what has been fed
into the mouths
of the walking dead

the lich king’s spell
still controls the herd
force feeding the belief
of javeh’s word

-JG

Is that gasoline i smell?

you wear your messiah’s
torment around your neck
a daily reminder
of the christian wreck
you bear the cross
a symbol of treachery

you cannibalize your savior
for your sins against humanity
sodomize your neighbor
and pray against homosexuality

fuck your god
fuck your faith
burn your doctrine
and your church

keep it lit motherfuckers

-JG

Muerte contra mis enemigos

there is a shadow that follows
closely behind me
she whispers secrets in my ear
oh the pretty girl speaks
to those only that would hear
light the gold, red, and black
to illuminate the way
give her your gratitude
and these words to say
hear me now saint death
may your words be kind and direct
your scythe swift and precise
your judgement true and fair
oh scythe bearer
protect me from my enemies

-JG

The knife word

it is not your word
and it is not my word
it has been used forward
to put people backward
now it is their word
so keep your word
to keep it their word
because using that word
stabs like a knife

-JG