I will Avenge


Into the shadows I have been submerged.

Infinite silence I am encased in.

Inevitable depths I am all around.

Unforgotten memoirs of war, for my country I have fought hard for.

I am in the pit of despair, within myself. I have been submerged within myself.

The flag of my homeland has turned as black as coal.

I travel farther, dig deep within me,

until I uncover revenge.

In the deepest part of mine own soul…

until I am my own enemy.

The sickening sound of my own heart seeking my own heart! My inevitable doubt fleeing from that doubt! My heartless center, at the center of my own chest. My comrades, my friends, every single thing that I have know, shall die in vain. For I have seen my own self without self. I have lost the honor of my own honor- Like a soldier, fighting an invisible war, I am the fog of war that surrounds the fog of war that I fell from the skies from!


I am the inevitable depths of all things unknown, unknown I am a fighter into the horrible depths! And INTO I go! I fell into the fate of no return. The sky bomber, whose wings shoot out from the clouds like an angel, but lay waste to our homeland’s enemies, like death…But just like the drones- I have no mind, I might as well be the drone, as the plane of warfare flies itself.

And it is this way forever. Until war ends. And I am removed from war, to return again back home.


Copyrightcopyright December 2, 2017


Killing the Fear


No more afraid, is equal to no more


war-barons unlimited, all unbound by the darkness. They have done away with their

infinite worries, they have ascended. They have become Elysium, all the way;

and darkness is bended. Wounds are mended. They have killed the fear;

and now become overlords. They have moved the shadows, and the boogiemen aside-

their enemies fear them now. And it is the chaos, unblinking; they act without feelings-

they have no remorse, for like a juggernaut they fear nothing, and stop at nothing;

they have forgotten themselves, at the very end of the tunnel. The very light at the other end, has now become the beams for their eyes, that they use-

to incinerate cities, pothole the grounds; to soar above, like the angel of death without sound-

and now that you know, why they can’t be stopped.

You now know why they must be stopped…

Copyrightcopyright November 28, 2017

The Insane Cat with a Bat


Burn baby burn, is the burn you learn

when you’re trying to get the government to learn.

Smoke honey smoke, is the fog of war;

to make the oppressed use tusks as if from boars-

baseball bat, baseball bat;

wielded by an insane cat, used to give the evil elite a good smack!

They will learn by way of wooden chunks;

hurled like Babe Ruth! And Jackie Robinson; at politicians slothful and sleuth-

because coppers that use army equipment;

their necks popped by angry fed up women!

And insane war generals, wearing red, white and blue;

hit like a baseball for homerun,

and all the way to ten-buck-two!

Burn baby burn, used like an advert for peace.

Smash baby smash;

when people no longer give a damn about green…

Ask the insane cat!! Ask the insane cat with a bat!

He knows he knows! He knows how to get congress to act! He says, “Hey kiddies! SMASH THEM SUCKERS WITH A BAT! Use the wood, to smash them derpy suckers good! Smash up the rich, and their neighborhoods…

The insane cat with a bat, says, “HOW YOU SUCKAS FEEL ABOUT THAT?!?”

The insane cat knows, let’s ask the cat:

Question: What if those dudes take away all our money?

Cat with a bat: Lol, that’s easy! Them suckers of war! Just smash up their houses, and force them suckas to give you more.

Question: But what if they send military-style weapons, and then arm all the cops?

Cat with a bat: This baseball bat will give their heads a good POP!

Question: What happens if they poison the media, and call us all criminals?

Cat with a bat: Pff! Them knuckle heads, do they not learn? Use metal steel beams to say, Burn baby burn!

Question: What if they come get us, and our friends?

Cat with a Bat: Then use tree branches to SMACK them and their heads!

Question: But what if they say to the nation, “No more guns?”

Cat with a bat: Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas kids! I say ARM THE POOR, with nearby branch sticks!

Question: What if they throw tear gas at our cause?

Cat with a bat: Those congress elite; every last one of them pigs! I say use big wooden beams, and then give their groans a good kick!

Question: What if they send soldiers, and they still don’t learn?

Cat with a bat: Even this metal aluminum bat say, Burn baby burn…

Question: What if America declares Martial Law?

Insane cat with a bat: Then I say vengeance! And justice for all!

Poem Meaning: Talks about the philosophy of the L.A. Riots, and 1960s riots, only in

a future set place in time in where oppression is so thick.

Seek to fight back with whatever they can, regardless of dying or not.

The idea of fusing Babe Ruth and Jackie Robinson’s image together into one to emphasis how this is no longer a ‘race issue’ more of a ‘authority versus minority’ issue.


Copyrightcopyright November 25, 2017

ZeroKing Overlords


And king Zero, used no king;
To userp the throne that was none.
With obedience did all that were in armor-
Bowed to no one, that wore a zero for a crown.
Not a soul was unknown. The day all were made known..

And eyes were not eyes, and watched the skies-

insane were their infinite gaze;

looking up into that purple haze.

Their chins scrunched up like a scrunchy, without any hair-

and in the end. ZERO. Were the one’s left behind that cared…

Gay eyelashes on every single women. Happy smiles, on every single face;

horribly weeping eyes, ran like severed limbs. And Ears stretched like the galaxies, in the name of nothing at all.

Noses stood up, for absolutely no reason. Snot poured from out, and was not snot. Blood covered their bodies, that was no body. And was not blood. That didn’t even exist.

And zero carved into their eyes, painfully and painless. At the very same time, that was no time; that did not exist, but was known, and yet it never once did exist.

Noodles hung from the skies, and were not noodles at all; and there was no sky.

People that didn’t even exist hung from nothing. 

Women bore children; women that were imaginary. Children that were only figments of her (that was no her) imagination.

Men that were not even real; were all zeroes. Every last one, infinite zeroes.

And all of them were invincible.

Because, to be unstoppable, you must be unknown to power…But known to fear.

And use the unimaginable depths of your figment mind;

to unlock your imaginary mind-

until you see, that-

every single ounce of existence inevitable, is crushed underneath it’s own invisible seam…


Copyrightcopyright November 24, 2017


I made Tumblrs!


Hello friends, this is Gregory Thomas here.
I am letting you know that I made tumblrs!

Here you will find posts I made that are more pictures, than words-

mostly dealing with ingame pics taken from a video game called Skyrim.

Video gaming might not be your thing, but I still put in ‘REAL world content’ that you will most definitely find to be amusing. Loads with funny pictures I edited, and fun topics I posted containing humour, insight, and amusement. 🙂

You might also find the pictures to be pleasant to look at as well, which I hope you still continue to endorse, if you have a tumblr as well, please show your support.



   (This tumblr features a high elf  who lives in Skyrim. She claims to be ‘insane’ and a member of the Yakuza, and always posts things oriental, yakuza, or ingame related content. She is mostly humorous, yet sometimes posts cryptic messages…)



 (This tumblr is about an orc that likes conspiracies, the government, and may have a bunch of funny rambling that she will do about the government, aliens, and Illuminati. She usually offers comic relief, but can post some pretty startling revelations as well.)


I have many ideas, and could create even more tumblrs, but for now, these are pretty fun to simply engage in and view, I really do hope that you

please consider viewing in you leisure. 🙂

Thank you very much.


-From your epic friend

Gregory Thomas

Engulfed in the Flames of Vengeance


Enraptured within the insane chaos that divides;

insanity is used as a bride-

and the well educated, lose their wholly wisdom;

in the name of devouring those who’ve died-

the face of evil becomes a warped husk, laughing at church cathedrals-

because they have forgot the good inside-

in the name of getting an eye for eye even-

And in this insane ring of fire,

judgement doth enslaves;

and even vengeance flees, in inevitable terror;


on the coldest of days…

Copyrightcopyright November 16, 2017