___3-13-02

____They Call (Label) it As Charity As They Live in
There Mansions,(Castles), There LuxuryCars,Trucks,
Boats, Glorious Trips, Lavish Sex Lifestyles, There
Body Guards, There Prostitution Of Oneself; Drugs,
Moneys, Insane___They All___Do___

Thank God, Satan The Devil For There Wealth; Only
To Abuse It, $$ Lose It $$, Sin, (Before) The End !

____ Believe It: SatanThe Devil To Save His Self
Will Barter (Attempt) With Me, TRASK, (God),
He Gave To You Unto Me; Only will I Destroy It As
Of No Value in The Eye's Of (God),Man Made, It ___

Decayed As You (Your) Miserable (Bastards) Self...

___In Eye's Of Politicians,Corporate Greed Mongers, Attorneys, Doctors, Whoever You (Be) Are as (Satan) The Devil You Follow Heed____

I Haven't Picked on the Los Angeles Times, News, Media, TV,etc. for week's___But, Believe as News
Comes, Goes Believe It; They Do Read (Heed) What I, TRASK Do Write___

They Can't Figgue It Out, but, they can't Doubt
That They will Never See It Coming; About
Greed is There Need, About Conviction, Doubt,
I Do Write; These Evil Do -Gooders Pout___

I, TRASK Hold there Soul's in Plam of My Hand,
Whence I Close My (Fist) Hand, Trust ,Understand
What I Do write, It as my Bounty Hunters, Grand
Stand Your Very Existance as even May Be Hand
Of The Immortal,i.e. Saint Michael Arc Angel, Band, Cut's Off Your Hand(s)___

This: His TV Series Captured a Glimpse of that Hole
In the Ground as It Open's And, You Wiggle as Mole
Into the Opening In the Ground; Go Back To Satan's
Holy Hell___

For Whence You go to Sleep this Very Night,Should
You Evil Do-Gooders Ever Awaken Where YouWould
Have Slept; It May be in my Car, Asleep With One
Of My Innocent Children;" Little One" Dragging, Fun,
Having, Dragging Your Ass(s) to, Onthe Highway To_

___Satan's Holy Hell....

By My Way I'll Be Awaitng .Gates Your Miserable
Useless Body(s) as You're Already Blind, Hell, True,
You'll Never See It (Me) Coming Around the Corner
Of Satan's Gates Of Hell, as I (Punch You), My Hand
Tis,(Fist ) Is In Your Face....

Retribution,

TRASK

c 1979 / 2002 TRASK

If You Can't Believe,Then Be Deceived By (Yourself)
Satan the Devil...

Believe In Me, TRASK, Satan Get's What Is Left Of Your Miserable (Bastards) Self, Only After Of
My Innocent Children Tear Your Heart's ,Doubt___

Then Watch as Your Eyes, Roll On the Ground,
They Playing in Sand___Making Mud Pies___Bound,
By you, Your Miserable Self___

It's Just The Beginning Of Past that's Come To Cast
As The Sound Of their Laughter Only will I, Hear,
As I, TRASK will not Listen To Your Scream's___

Only will I Remember My Shattered Dreams...