Hello, how are you doing today, my old friend? Shall I call you Nick?
Even if that's not your name or an epithet that you would accept.
Yet, yes, the Devil, my old friend, I call "Old Nick" but what's in a name?
Ordinarily, I wouldn't care to see you but you play the prick.
Force does not enforce arbitrary rules, so fit, not stated by law.
Fuck tha... fuck tha... fuck... I'd rather forget your show... as to intercept.
If I cared for you, the stupidity you breed, I might play your game.
Call me what you want, you might think reading this piece. Me, you cannot touch.
Exactly, my thoughts, especially, as I write these words without flaw.
Remember, blindness to our sense of delusion cannot see the real.
Guts, it takes real guts to care for other people. I lack compassion.
Officer Old Nick, bend over, grab your ankles. What it means to feel.
Officer Teufel, were you Latin Kings before you dressed this fashion?
Dig it! I dig it. I dig your grave with two slugs. The balls that you clutch.
Fuck tha... fuck tha... fuck... What's the point following orders? A tin badge, a Glock?
Officer Devil, what confers status of rank? River or mountain?
Remember that God, the Devil, Angels, Demons...imaginary.
Yes, make this shit up? Believe what you want, Teufel. Are you Mister Spock?
Of course, the Bible was radio and TV for generations.
Understanding lies, hyperbole and fiction as legends, we gain
Nothing but the fear of the unseen and unknown. The arbitrary
Order you enforce, based on prejudice not law, fits not with ordnance.
Wicked constables have to focus on nothing beyond their stations.
Grant me the wisdom to survive another day in suburban hell.
Of course, so Heaven and Hell...imaginary. Purgatory, too.
Fuck tha... fuck tha... fuck... The force cannot enforce lies. Here's Limbo, as well.
Underneath the greed, the need to feel powerful, shit beneath your shoe.
Cause precedes effect, the symptoms lead to the source. Feel the discordance.
Kill me if you like, it is within your power, but you lack the right.
Yesterday, I ran on the streets of Evanston. Shoved to the sidewalk.
Of course, siren wailed but a moment and I stopped to hear, disagree.
Understand, I see more than the stupidity. Boys who live to fight.
Remember, to die is no fear of mine to share. Fight another day.
Shoved to the sidewalk by the badge with loaded Glock, from afar, all talk.
Erroneous choice. To fuck with the accuser, the blood of Donne's flea.
Little I could do but get mad, run angrily. Check my attitude.
Fuck tha... fuck tha... fuck... Powerless and small, I felt. Hate cannot obey.
Concentric circles of a fortified city, Dante represents
Order within death. I am not this life, dwelling in spirit, I know
Nothing but this breath, this moment that too must pass, this turn of events.
Sidewalk, where we walk, not run, uneven, no fun. To run is to glow
To shine far greater than behind the wheel, he sits, sweltering and rude.
Ask me if I care, I would be lying to say bothered, I was not.
Bothered and annoyed by the world represented by the so-called law.
Law is divisive, argue on the battlefield, power, all the rage.
Every fool seeks wealth. He with a sieve, she with skulls. Power is a dot.
Of course, a moment passes, the balance may shift. I will have to wait.
Nothing of value lasts, as a blip on the screen, power is the claw.
Passionate lions fight for pride supremacy, never in a cage.
Ask me if I care. Yes, I care. It bothers me. If the truth be told.
Truth always hidden, rears its ugly face, science. Knowledge at the gate.
Remember, I live to fight another day, words, the might of a paw.
Obey ignorance. Lack of logic and reason. Life as on a stage.
Life is but the law, always changing while running, for I must be bold.
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