M.O.R. (Money, Oil, Resources)

"M.O.R. (Money, Oil, Religion)" written by Veon

M.O.R. is the problem, always seems to bother 'em

For all of eternity, it's why we've been fightin'

Superficial things we've all imagined

We give M.O.R. a greater power than they should hold

Believing everything we've ever been told

Blood on the sand is blood on our hands

feelin' just pity for the souls of the damned

We are humans, we will not prosper

Hate consumes all the energy we can offer

We hate our sisters, hate our brothers

for human-made things is why we kill each other

What I believe in is not what you believe

the sons then die as their mother's hearts bleed

We're forced into these situations as young children

then we all die, and do nothing until then

These three things aren't what they seem

but they come together and form a formidable team

a team taht we cannot beat in present form

We must push on and weather the storm

We all must hope for a future generation

to wake up and end all of the devestation

We all must hope for a future world

in which human lives no longer are sold

Sold for the price of something made up, imagined

the created price is greater than we all can fathom

We're forced to fight for something green or black

and all of our morals get all thrown out of whack

We're all told to love and to cherish

but for those ideals, many people will perish

We believe what we want, and will not be swayed

Those caught in the cross-fire is for whom I have prayed

We act so understanding, but that is all false

For if you deny, you'll no longer have a pulse

Superficial things, and that we cannot see

Is the reason for all of the blood on our streets

But who am I to preach to you?

Who cares if this all may be true?

You won't listen, you won't care

to be swayed is something so, so rare

We as humans have our beliefs set in stone

Moral or not, it's etched in our bones

I wish you would listen, I wish you would care

I wish you wouldn't give that evil glare

The evil glare that is derived out of spite

Is that the thing that helps you sleep at night?

One by one, we can change it all

One by one, we all might fall

but until the day that we band together

We will just keep killing each other

Black, white, asian, hispanic

Love each other, and do not panic

We can work with each other, regardless of color

but work for progress, and not for a dollar

This is meant for all, regardless of stature

Your attention is what I'm looking to capture

To tell you that all can be alright

This is the reason that I write

It starts with you, it starts with me

A better world is what I can see

M.O.R., why do we want more?

Why are we so consumed with what's in a store?

All things that we wish to afford

Things we pray for to our good Lord

Is this what we should do with our prayers?

We care too much for our own affairs

We are over-privileged living on this earth

It's the way we think starting with our birth

We are blessed to live, no matter how we got here

but to die becomes our greatest fear

Live a full life, however you enjoy

but don't harm someone over a damn toy

Stop killing each other over a resource

then turning to your God as your only recourse

Stop fighting under someone who has more green

and craving something you've never even seen

Stop arguing over something you cannot prove

Just accept what others think, for that is the best move

Learn from each other, instead of fighting

and use that knowledge to begin uniting

Stay strong with your morals, as I hope they are good

but be accepting, people must be understood

This isn't meant to tell you what to do

but I hope it's something you can stick to

I'm not above this, I am just like you

It's something I write to start anew

Understand each other, accept their thoughts

This violence is something together we can stop

It's human nature to need and to want

but together we can create a world-wide detente

It's also human nature to believe and to care

After all, we're all breathing the same air

We live on the same earth

In the same universe

We swim in the same sea

and drive on the same street

We all have aspirations and desires

These things will never expire

So instead of contesting and making things hard

Make things easier for those who are scarred

Even if they are not, help each other out

and if you don't get your way, don't cry and pout

Try harder and understand why

Work harder until the day that we die

Let's make the world a better place

Let's speak to one another, face to face

Let's take our minds off of things like M.O.R.

and become better people we can all adore

This is never over, it goes on for eternity

but make it possible in this world's modernity

No matter your stature, race or beliefs

No matter your past, as a priest or a thief

From this day forward, better yourselves

As I will continue to better myself

Love each other as human beings

and listen to everything that people are teaching

Knowledge and wisdom are great for our kind

Ignorance is for those with no mind

For now, I shall say farewell

but listen to the story I tell

M.O.R. is not more, it brings us down

It causes mothers and fathers to frown

So let's push beyond it, together as one

and when peace settles in, we know we have won

These three things are just part of the problem

There are many things that make the world solemn

Recognizing the many issues are key

Issues that we can not be too blind to see

Educate ourselves and let us all prosper

Educate ourselves on things that may be a bother

Accept these things and continue on

Work on that from dusk to dawn

From human to human, I care for you

but for now, my friend, I bid you adieu

The Sex God (Unfinished)

Every 2,369 years, roughly, a man of such insurmountable swagger and athleticism is born. This being is known to have many powers, all of which add to his swagger levels. It is commonly known that said swagger levels are roughly over the 9000 mark, depending on the person. The powers this being possesses are powers only a man can dream of. Not a single man in history, except the blessed few, have possessed these powers. The pussy slayer, Wilt Chamberlain, has not obtained these powers. The iron clubbed Tiger Woods hasn't felt the grace that these powers bring. Not even the poontang-mashing political extraordinare, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, has ruled with such a power of this. The one to possess these powers are said to be praised as a God by every member of the Adult Film Industry, and more importantly by Russell Brand. The power to simply flash the "shocker" sign and cause multiple orgasms in every female in a 69 mile radius, to ejaculate at will with no worry of replenishing his golden semen,  and possess a targeted female's mind by rubbing his left nipple in a counter-clockwise fashion. These powers and even more yet to be discovered, are the forever elusive desire of every man to ever live, except of course the blessed few. Very little is known about the select few to have these powers grace them, as most of the men were born in the B.C. era. However, the one notable man to possess these powers is the great and wise Socrates. 

Socrates, from a normal perspective, is one of the greatest philosophers of all time. However, in the unwritten story of Socrates, he is truly the greatest pussy slayer in the years before the birth of Christ. (Jesus was an exception to the 2,369 year rule, as he possessed these powers and more to do as he pleased. The Virgin Mary wasn't a virgin afterall.) Socrates since the age of 3 was mashing vagina at an incredible rate. It is unknown to the public domain, but he was known for "eatin' that pussy" for both breakfast and lunch, saving his blessed semen for his nightly orgies consisting of most of the Pre-Christ female population. The world population at the time of Socrates' birth was roughly 85 million, but thanks to Socrates and his incredible powers, by the birth of Christ the world population had rose to over 500 million. There is a very high chance that your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great...grandma (and maybe even grandpa, if you're lucky), was pile-drived by the great Socrates. But I'm going to far with Socrates. You know most of his story at least, great mind and all. So let's talk a bit about the newest cumming of the holy powers. 

In the year of 2004, a normal man, a simple average Joe, produced the most holy of sperm that occurs only once every 2,369 years. This holy sperm that blessed the ovaries of a just-as-simple woman, thus creating an orgasm so massive, it caused a 9.1 magnitude earthquake off the coast of Sumatra. As estrogen filled the female's body, the holy sperm was working it's magic to create the next Sex God. The man, who we will term "Big Papi", rolled over next to his mate, or "Woah Mama", feeling accomplished. Neither of them will ever expect what was to come, more specifically from Woah Mama's uterus. The world were to be blessed again, and the lives of Big Papi and Woah Mama would forever change.