the blood has been drawn
and the sewage yet pours
from the filth
of jerusalem
into the mouths
of the death worshiping swine
the putrid meat
from the cross rotter
is victualed
to the maggot masses
inside the steeple of shit
remove the nails
and fuck the carpel cunt
so get ready
for the second cumming
onto the face
of the bastard son
to rid your god
thirty pieces of silver
was the price to pay
i would pay thirty more
to keep it that way
-JG
can you hear the brackish swine
grunting and driveling
choking down the flesh
of their own kind
getting drunk
off of each others piss
living ass to mouth
it has come to this
feeding into the systematic decline
the gray waste
upon which you live
is the corpse of your futile life
drifting endlessly
into the chaotic void
the forlorn belief in heaven
is the knife in your back
and the betraying hand is yours
take the black pill of reality
you can’t escape it
nor your responsibility
your denial is pure fantasy
it is time to reject
the anthropomorphic fallacy
the self identification
of victimization
is a parasitic worm
when it lays its eggs in your brain
it forms lesions of self deceit
then leads you down the road
to a fatalist defeat
your noachian idealism
is an apocryphal pestilence
riding the pale horse
into the heart of society
attacking the very spirit
of its continuity
-JG
life is cheap
so it has been said
it is time to rip
the band-aid off
of your existential dread
you better learn now
you better learn quick
know there is nothing sacred
no holy ghost
nor gods of yore
will lick your wounds
will clean your sores
nor magic potions
nor ancient runes
worshipping your god
a cosmic joke
do as you’re told
the iron yoke
obey all the rules
a quest for fools
be as they are
is that what you enjoy
i’ve got one thing
on this earth
one thing that
is of any worth
an impulse to destroy
if you’re looking for truth
you won’t find it here
if you’re looking for meaning
all you’ll find is fear
ideals have been shattered
the sheep have been scattered
nothing ever mattered
nihil before me
-JG
i’m an atheist
on a pagan crutch
i revel in the rights
and hedonistic delights
i’ve hailed loki
as a symbol
and as my brother
i’ve felt the warmth
and wrath
of angrbotha
the cool breath
of hel
keeps me moving
ever forward
but when death
eventually
embraces me
burn this vessel
and break my sword
so that i may go home
-JG
god is in the clock tower
with his crosshairs pointing between your eyes
his finger on the trigger
impatiently waiting
to put you down
for all your sins and lies
oh yes he hears your prayers
when you put them in the collection plate
the more you pay the closer you get to heaven’s gate
don’t forget to give the
rest to the government
because the more you give
the more you repent
he wants you to be
a good little monkey
and follow all of the rules
i say you better watch your back
he is playing you all for a fool
rise up and here the call
no gods
no masters
no truth
live free
and justice for all
-JG
