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The King Says you may have a Merry Christmas.

Redemption

I feel them move deep down inside
telling me about things i should hide.
I look around to see them near
body trembling because of fear.
They hold out their arms and coax me in
beat me, scratch me, and pull me within.
fighting with all my strength to contain,
the raging demons in my brain.


looking on the outside i see me there
by myself, staring at air.
my body jolts rife with pain
I see myself going insane.
In that spot i thrash about,
i cant control it when I'm here without.
I hear my scream as a terrified victim.
I go inside now to evict them.


I know this place all to well
among other things I've called it hell.
Their cackles are a silent sound
their demon hordes come to surround.
I fight them with all of my will
its not enough and they beat me still.
My hope is being torn away
"Its all i have" i tearfully say.


I'm near the point of no return,
and now my body starts to burn.
I lay and wait to turn to ashes,
as this inhuman light burns and flashes.
I let out one last horrible scream,
then it ends this awful dream.
I open my eyes to see my Savior,
and notice I'm tattered from my behavior.


I lay in peace with his hands on my head.
I repeat in my mind the words that he said.
I feel so good that I'm soon asleep.
Christ promised that he would save his sheep.
He takes me in his warm embrace,
I never want to leave this place.
I promise to come back, He knows i will
I have more in my life that i must fulfil.

While on this journey that i begin,
i see the future and i fall again.

Sorry

I dont know how to say this but......
Im better than you.

Deaths Masquerade

watching the stranger stand alone in the park,
wondering why its noon,
and already dark.
the knowing look that he shoots your way,
feeling his pain.
he will take your life today.

he'll follow you home,
he doesn't care,
he wants your life, that's why God sent him here.
Death is a killer; you cant escape his reality
he'll come for you
even though hes after me.

the front door is closed and locked to him,
he cant be stopped,
he has a key to get in.
that familiar touch, he smiles, and gives,
only producing pain,
taking your life so that he lives.

he'll get in your mind,
he doesn't care,
he wants your life, that's why God sent him here.
Death is a killer; you cant escape his reality
he'll come for you
even though hes after me.

lying on the floor, hes eating your brain,
hes in your body,
your going insane.
with your head in his hands, sharp and clammy,
he holds you now
because hes here for me.

your life's in his hands,
he doesn't care,
he wants your life, that's why God sent him here.
Death is a killer; you cant escape his reality
he came for you
and by doing so, came for me.

you lay there limp, barley alive
holding your torn flesh,
wanting to survive.
Light comes in, Darkness goes out,
your time is not yet
I've chased Death out.

i hold you in my hands,
with all my care,
I've saved your life, that's why God sent me here.
I'm not a killer; but you still escape me
he came for you
because he came for me.

i chase after this mysterious thing called Death,
and he still goes on,
and he vicariously comes after me.
i don't always stop him, mostly i don't try,
but as his work goes on,
Death knows he will die.

i help you recover,
with all my care,
I've saved your life, that's why God sent me here.
I'm not a killer; but you still escape me,
now i go after him
because he came after me

you see me in the distance alone and stark,
is the time to soon?
how is it midnight, but still not dark?
looking at each other from so far away,
the light has come,
does it go away?

Do Men use Shampoo?

I can tell you that they use neither soap nor shampoo. (Well shampoo is used on the spots where they have hair occasionally) they might put sun screen on their heads if they are going outside. You put oil on your head to make it shinny if you Bick it. Only pretty boys comb their hair, or take time to do it. I don’t care if your emo, punk, grunge, or jock, ECT... if you take more time than it takes to dry your hair you’re a pretty boy. The people who do their hair to make it look messy are the biggest wimps in the world, and they need to be punched. It is a disgrace to lumberjacks everywhere when guys do this. We are not the pretty ones, unlike the peacocks; we are not to be huge self groomers. Though there are some basic things you need to do. Wash your cloths, brush your teeth, and even shave occasionally, did I mention change you undies at least once a week? Well you have to. Do you think the men that practiced chivalry were well groomed? Freak no, they were sweaty stinky killers. They smelled like horses, and had mud and blood stains all over their cloths. The last thing in the world that was in their mind was “I hope that my hair looks good." they were to busy killing dragons, monster and other men women and children, trying to impress their lady friends so that they could get some. Chivalry was all a trick to get women to sleep with men. it wasn’t until the gay man was introduced that men started to become sissy’s and want to be clean, and not make love to women, but dress like them and clean ourselves like them. -Shampoo? Obviously, named by a down trodden man. One who was forced to use the vile, bile substance. It is a mix of two words. Sham- meaning it’s a trick, and poo- meaning that is what it is worth and what it cleans.I hate shampoo.

Life is sick, but i love it!

I just got a new computer at work, it is awesome. Gone are the days of me trying to do great amounts of work on a lap top, and new are the ones with my desk top dell. it is awesome. the speed of the operations on this thing is awesome, the video card works great. there's just one problem...... i have no speakers. what the crap kind of new computer does not come with speakers? so here i sit, in the dark and silence of my enormous office. i hear all the things i don't want to. people saying hello to me, the phones ringing, people sneaking up on me to try and scare me, or see if i really am working, and worst of all.....the soap operas that are on the T.V. in the secretary's office. there are few things that i hate more than a worst case scenario gone even worse, over and over, and over. i have one way to solve all these soap opera problems. they need to introduce an awesome character who is tuff, strong and hairy. ( if your having trouble picturing this, think of me) he comes in and kicks the crap out off all those sissy's and complainers. That would be a soap i watch, the actors and actresses always looking over their shoulders in fear of destruction because their story line sucks.
please excuse me while i day dream.

Listen Up.

I had a conversation with someone, and out of it I got two things:

1) I should make my own blog/ online journal

2) I don't express my views and feelings

I came to the second point on my own while listening to her talk. I expect that you will read some very crazy thoughts and views on this page, and my language might become aggressive, but, these are the thoughts and words that run through my head.

I gave this sight the name King Fairbanks, not only because I'm arrogant and cant get off myself sometimes, but so all of you know your place when you come and read my things. I would appreciate your comments, and I will read them, and heck, I might even reply to what you say.

So without further adieu, I give to you my creation.

-The King