Worlds End

Dear you,


By the time you finish reading this...
I will have made you...
Possibly Laugh...
Possibly Frown...
Possibly Cry...
But I guarantee that I will have made the worthless thing you call a spine tremble like jello on an old table...
I have been on this miserable planet for 27 years...
and when you take into account that it has been 27 fighting years...
That's a pretty fuckin long time...
*glass shatters*
1
2
3
4
5
6...
that's how many times I've seen death stare me in the face...
1
2
that's how many times I've been close to not staring death back in the face and laughing...
yeah with shame I say "you almost had me"
Forgive yourself that's just the warrior in me talking...
I dare not apologize to the likes of you...
Instead I place the blame on you for not understanding...
My plight is one of a simple nature
I have spat out my own blood for the last time...
I have have cried my last tear...
I have had my last stitch...
I will never again wake up in a hospital bed with the agonizing sound of the life support equipment...
Never will I smile at your words just to fall in accordance to society when i really want to rip your fuckin head off and punt it into a 15 ton pile of goat shit...
*referee shouts* "it's good"
Never ever will I deny you of the truth...
yes that dress does make you look like a whore...
yes guys can be bitches...
yes I do think you suck moose penis for believing that just because I was not born in Africa gives you the right to say "you're not African you're just a Black American.I'm more African than you"
Yeah that really rattles my cage...
Here I am thinking for all these years that I am African before anything else.Even with the atrocity known as the African Diaspora...
Here's me thinking I'm still a proud African...
Silly me...
Just in case you're as ignorant as your view...
I was being sarcastic...
Never will I tolerate our youth killing each other off just because they think they're gangsters in the making...
Never...
You know what...
I got a funny story...
One day...
Well it's actually not a story...
It's a question...
When hell arrives on Earth and the Devil runs rampant amongst us and consumes the soul of man...
Until he comes across a man that stares him in the face and laughs...
What do you do?
What do you do?
What...
Do...
You...
Do?
...
...
...
I remember hearing "the devils greatest trick was convincing the world that he doesn't exist"
Well I know he exists...
I saw him...
I did not fear him like most...
I looked him in his flame engulfed eyes as he roared...
I looked at him and laughed and said...
"This is wear you get off"
His roar suddenly came to a halt...
That tends to happen when you have a little 5'10 man names Sincere slit your throat from ear to ear...
Awww poor wittle devil is all speechless now?
(that was my cuddly wuddly voice)
You chose the wrong person to fuck with...
You've consumed so many people close to me...
Friends
Enemies(ex-friends)
But you knew better not to mess with my family...
But you still got a raw deal in the end...
Ya know I never understood why people feared you so much...
is what I say as the devil thrashes around on the ground with his head hanging off of his next...
QUESTION!!!
What do you do when you're face to face with ME?!?!?
The one who killed that which you FEAR?!?!?!?

SINCERE

Beware of what you do to me...
Beware of what you say to me...

The Man without fear...has nothing to lose...
The Man who gazes upon the Devils eyes and smiles...knows no terror...
The Man who...
LETS END it there...
Try me...


LOL