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Chapters and Verses

By: Pedro Pendukot

Reading the Bible keeps me sane.

But I cannot follow the steps of Jesus.

To really follow Him is a sacrifice.

For me, greed starts when I ask for my salvation first and the others second.

When I do charity works for the sake of saving my soul and tallying the good points.

When I can’t fathom living without the material things.

When the corrupt is me.

When the corrupt is you.

When you try to justify everything not good just to save the guilt inside of you.

I do my part as God’s children will do.

I do lust.

I prayed with a clasp hands.

Same hands that touched my sins.

Same hands that touches bodies not mine.

I do kill.

Wishing someone died.

Wishing someone just slip his soul in a void.

Killing my hope.

Killing my time.

I do forget.

I forget to love.

I forget to be me.

I forget that someone still needs me.

Reading the Bible keeps me sane.

But I cannot follow complete righteousness.

Listening to an audio reading of the chapter and verses I only do just to have peace.

A peace momentarily mine.

A fake one.

But I will take what I can have.

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My Admiration To Saul

by: Pedro Pendukot

As you persecuted the poor souls,

God still chose you to be His host.

A lost sheep once catered by the wick.

A great man carrying God's mission in peace.

Blinded yes you are.

Healed by God's forgiveness you are.

Murderer yes you are.

A great disciple how I admire.

In rome you are on a mission.

A child of that land.

Wounded by your own neighbors.

Beheaded physically but not the spiritual growth.

How can I not admire this man called Saul.

So brave to accept his fate that unfolds.

Where Angels are waiting in the gates of the Lord.

Now in a peaceful land not of this world.

Acts 9:5-9

5 “Who are you, Lord?” Saul asked.

“I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting,” he replied. 6 “Now get up and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do.”

7 The men traveling with Saul stood there speechless; they heard the sound but did not see anyone. 8 Saul got up from the ground, but when he opened his eyes he could see nothing. So they led him by the hand into Damascus. 9 For three days he was blind, and did not eat or drink anything"

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Kulto

ni: Pedro Pendukot

Insulto ang magsilbi sa Panginoon na walang pagsisisi sa kasalanan.

Magsilbi na naka uniporme sa loob ng tahanan ng Diyos. Paglabas ay balik sa dating gawi, tinatamasa ang sarap ng korapsyon.

- Si Pedro -

Korapsyon ng isipan, sa libog aking natamo ang sarap ng laman sa panandalian pagraos. Natutong pumatong sa katawan kong nakagapos. Sa libog ko hinde malalaos ang tawag ng iyong alindog. Mamaya maghuhugas na lang ng kamay dahil magdadasal pa kasama ang pamilya ko.

- Pendukot -

Korapsyon ng pera o kay ginhawa. Nakalimot sa taas dahil sa taas ng estado. Sino si Lord, eh nandiyan ang mga materyal ko! At kung wala man na ang aking pananampalataya ay okay lang, mas mabigat naman ang nagawang mabubuti pang balanse sa mga nagawang mali --- sabi ng kulto ng isep niya. Tyaka na lang siguro ang paniniwala kapag may mabigat ng naranasan. Sakit o pagbagsak diyan magigising ang diwa ng aking pananampalataya. Pwede naman hinde at poot ang pairalin. Malaya naman akong makakapamile dahil nabuhay akong hari!

Kaya ako'y magsisilbi sa loob ng tahanan ng Ama. Aba'y malay mo makalusot pumasok sa listahan ng papasok sa kaharian Niya.

- Tao -

Korapsyon ng bisyo. Rapsa! Ano pa ba ang masasabi pa! Tatambling na lang ako sa sarap ng bisyong nasa lamesa! Tara! sumali ka!

Pero ako'y magpapa picture sa loob ng tahanan ng Ama. Naka praying hands at nakayuko para kunware damang - dama!

Yan ang insulto na aking kayang gawin dahil nasa lupa pa naman ako. Masarap pa rin maging matalim.

O teka ako'y katulad din naman ng iba, takot mabasa ang tunay na pagkatao nila. Umasta ay daig pa ang mga misyonaryo sa adbokasiya nila. Pero lulon na din sa bisyo ng korapyon kinasanayan na. Aba nandiyan naman si Lord! Mapagpatawad yun di ba?!

Pinagtatawanan ko ang bawat dasal na naririnig sa tenga. O kay sarap kasi maging makamundo yan naman ang riyalidad di ba?

* We can be save by our faith in God not by the good deeds we've done. Salvation is a gift from God --- not a result of our works *

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The Letter of Saul The Murderer

by: Pedro Pendukot

Let me start by saying I regret everything from the fruit of an evil deed.

I feast with dirty money.

I killed justice with a glimpse of golden coins.

I fed my family with these dirty coins.

I truly regret feeding them with the wealth of the devil.

I enjoyed my privilege and take advantage of the poor and the uneducated.

I crave more . .

Oh yes I crave more.

I enjoyed wealth. Every material things.

I enjoyed lust. Different level of sexual desires.

I am begging now for forgiveness.

I am not on my deathbed yet but my heart desires change.

It desires you Lord.

Father ang Mother forgive me. I have not been good. I tried but failed.

Brother and sister forgive me. My ways hurt yours. And with the path I built, I am lost.

Let me repent and hear Your music. Let it exalt my heart.

I am building a new path filled with love. Filled with trust.

Without pretension

But with evil still trying.

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No Angels in Hell

By: Pedro Pendukot

We have been divided by walls where gold are separated from the world.

We have been divided by walls where power is restrained on one hand like a ball.

We have been divided by walls where what we have is shown in a screen with no sincerity at all.

We have been divided by walls where a praying hand points the place of salvation.

We have been divided by walls where your abundant lifestyle does not fit mine.

We have been divided by walls where your influence never invaded my turf.

We have been divided by walls where a fake advocate will never fool my intellect.

We have been divided by walls because we let it happen.

Now the walls falls on us

We got hurt.

We made our repentance

But why we still build another one

A never ending bricks

There are really no angels in hell.

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The Tree of Strobe Lights

by: Pedro Pendukot

Hate me.

Hate me now.

For I clean my dirt with my left hand tied to my tongue.

Hate me.

Hate me now please.

Life wants me to choose between good and evil.

Evil is good and good is life.

Honest I do not want to choose for sometimes good is evil too.

Stay away.

Stay away and hate me.

Let me die in my own drama.

Let me die for my sins.

For Mother is gone and none will guide my demons from day to night.

Hate me wife.

Hate me daughter.

I am no husband and no father.

Only a sinner who reads the Bible and highlight the verses that hurts my soul.

It hurts.

Yes, salvation hurts.

So is ego and pride.

So is monalisa's empty smile.

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The Dead Sea

by: Pedro Pendukot

It is more fun in the Philippines . . yes . . for those who can afford the fun.

The lens shows smiles on the faces of Pinoys when calamity strike. A slogan is built to boost the morale of a hungry man to give hope that a can of sardines and a noodle is enough because the man have that magic smile.

It is more fun in the Philippines . . . yes . . . when the corrupt money have been return to the deserving hands. Yes when we start acting right. Be progressive and aggressive for better changes. Just like stories in the Bible, wars and violence took over as God commanded these to unite the human kind. But it never did . . . greed won our hearts. But King David is still fighting. Still repenting for the lose of his first born son. Our lose.

It is more fun in the Philippines . . . yes . . . because there still exist the good ones.

Yung mga totoo. Mga hinde pa nakakain ng bulok.

And these kinds will never go extinct. Descendants of the Holy and Great warriors and messengers. They will still exist fighting for a cause. True to their oaths. True to their Master.

Love God

Love Philippines

We do not deserve stock minds and hearts

What we want is not stagnant

We want an overflowing change that will never become still footages caught on cam.

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I AM AGAINST

By: Pedro Pendukot

How did the rich got away with an apology and the poor with his life?

The Kid from Armenia never told us that these will suffice.

How did the rich got away with a smile and the poor with his life?

The Woman I embrace told me to repent and thy will be done.

The beauty of the footprints on the sand I stare with a blank mind.

Are these insignia that tells me on earth no one hums right.

How did the rich got away with so much and the poor with a centavo on hand?

The education is heaven and earth even a simple curse is not enough.

How did the rich got away with power without the poor noticing at hand.

That such wickedness is so pure . . . so evil . . . but so dumb.

How can the rich be so calm while his peasants farms with dry land?

Is this the life the Kid from Armenia told us that written in an old parch.

How can I finish this anomaly with so many doubts that lingers in my heart.

Are you the kid from Armenia everyone is talking about?

I am against but I am caged.

I am caged but never silenced.

Never silenced but limited.

Limited because Armenian I am not, I am just against.

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Maharlika

by: Pedro Pendukot

And this is how we crumble

Pieces by pieces we tend to ignore the hurdle

And this is where we crumble

Crush by ignorance we never have the interest to resolve

Let the rich clap

For they will still be rich when it is all done and apology is the way out

Let the poor clap

For they will still be poor when the apology

Have been shot

A maharlika to you

A maharlika to me

Warriors yes it is true

We both can be

As the other tribe have used this

To their spending spree

It is the maharlika in us

That will set us free

So to you my rich friend

I say how lucky you are

You enjoyed europe

With a corrupt hand and a cigar

So to you my poor friend

I say please stop the bliss of arrogance

Read life

Be free

But never with a greedy stand

To me a wanderer

Just keep seeking and time will tell

The maharlika is a true warrior

Until it is used as a cowardly spell

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Sipol

ni: Pedro Pendukot

Ang awitin ng Ina

Ay hinde mo na awitin

Ikaw ay nasilaw na sa makikinang at magagandang kalansing

Kamusta kaluluwa?

Masarap kaya walang alintana

Sa umpisa lang yan

Yung ginhawa

Yung makaramdam ng unting angat

Ang taas ay hinde pang habangbuhay

Lahat bumababa sa lupa

Nakabaon sa ilalim

Na tanging uod lang ang kausap

Sa utak marahil may tama

Kaya ang ugali hinde mawari

Yung napaharingan ay tahimik

Pero uu tama sabi ng puso't damdamin

Kaya ang awitin ng Ina

Ay hinde mo na awitin

Nagbago ka na

Masyado ka ng nasarapan

Sa sarili mong mundo

Kaya yan na lang ang naging lalim mo

Ang awitin ng Ina ay hinde mo na awitin

Ang layo mo na hinde na maabot ng damdamin

Mas angat sa payaso

Mas mababa sa hayop

Iba na ang iyong awitin

Awiting hinde bitin sa iyong sariling himig.

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Haring Midas

ni: Pedro Pendukot

Si Midas ay nagising at nasindak

Sa kanyang panaginip patas na daw kasi ang lahat.

Wala na siyang alipin

Wala na siyang kawal

Ang tanging sumusunod ay ang aso niyang loyal.

Si Midas ay nagising at nag-alala

Sa kanyang panaginip lahat daw ay may talino at dakila

Wala ng masisilaw sa pera

Wala ng posisyon na makakabulag

Ang lahat daw ay may sariling dangal at prinsipyong hinde mawawarak

Si Midas ay nagising at nabahala

Sa kanyang panaginip ay wala na daw panatikong tagasala

Lahat daw ay may sariling pagiisep kritikal na nahahasa

Kaya itong si Midas dali-daling nagdasal

"Panginoon! Ako pa rin ba si Midas na iyong hinulma??

Panginoon! Ako pa rin ba ang dakila sa mata ng madla??

Panginoon! Huwag mo na sana isalin ang panaginip sa riyalidad na ito!"

Mga katagang nawari ni Midas dahil sa pangamba at takot na nadarama.

Huwag mag-alala Midas

Ang buhay ay hinde magiging patas

Tuloy pa rin ang sarap sa bisyo na hinahanap

Hawak mo ang mundo

Hawak mo ang saya

Hayaan mo at panaginip lang yan

Bukas ng umaga ikaw pa rin ang dakila!

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Balintong Sa Larong Pang-Masa

ni: Pedro Pendukot

Bigyan mo siya ng baril

Para kalabitin sa isang paslit

Bigyan mo siya ng pera

Para mag-iba ang antas ng yabang sa kanyang isipan

Bigyan mo siya ng libro

Para magamit sa kanyang masamang plano

Bigyan mo siya ng tagasunod

At bulag na mamumuno ang hinde makatao

Bigyan mo siya ng palakpak

At siguradong kasama ka sa kanyang pag-angat

Bigyan sila ng pangako

At siguradong ikaw ang bida sa kanilang puso

Bigyan mo sila ng pananaw

At ikaw ay sasabihang kalaban

Bigyan mo sila ng benta

At nakangiting iprepresenta ang kanilang kaluluwa

Kamusta kaibigan?

Kamusta ang kita?

Kamusta kaibigan?

Masarap ba sa ibabaw ng kalabaw?

Kamusta ang pinapakain mo sa iyong pamilya?

Okay lang sagana?

Kamusta kaibigan?

Masaya naman ba?

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Natuto ng kumalabit ng baril ang hayop

Ang mga kamay nanginginig sa sabik

May bakas ng ngiti dahil natuto ng kumalabit ng baril ang baliw

Natuto ng makibagay ang payaso

Nawala sa pagpapatawa kaya dinaan sa pagiging seryoso.

Ang mga nakinig ay natulala dahil ang pagpapatawa ay natabunan ng pagkamangha

Nakakatawa dahil ang payaso ay naging seryoso

- Pedro

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The Big Three

by: Pedro Pendukot

Money

Thank you for spreading our legs

Now we can stretch beyond the needs we get

Thank you for covering the lies

Now we can practice how to be wise

Thank you for making us soulless

Now we are your slave

Thinking we controlled our fate

With you everything is greater

We are the almighty controlling the weather

Many kiss our hand

Vow to our senseless urge

Thay grab us like the Pope's hand

And kiss this endless con

Power

Thank you, we need you

We want you

With you life is easy

I can pretend I care

But my mind is already in insanity

Thank you for being there

When Justice is about to get me

Thank you for getting me off the hook

Like a slick machine oiled for good

Politics

My favorite ally

You gave me the promotion

You gave me the life

Of something better that I don't deserve

And that is not a lie

Let me suffer in hell

But years will pass til it comes

Til then let me enjoy the advantage that I have

Please don't coy with me

I am easy as a tramp

Look at them so jealous

With everything I have

Me:

Rot in hell dreadful trinity

We deserve to be alive

Crumbs and plastic fork

I ate with no spoon and rice

Will karma came early for you to beg forgiveness gracefully

Please just rot in hell

I'm tired of you guys

Let the dreadful trinity

Burn in eternal flames

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Litany

by: Pedro Pendukot

Pain caused me anger

Words I told you will become scars more permanent than tattoos

I just want to ask you

If our hearts beat the same and I am the monster, so what does it makes you?

If we breath the same air, will both of us have the same number of years to enjoy life or will it be a dead end to the other?

Will you believe in promises if the sound of the pied piper leads you?

And if the divine is amongst us will the trinity be all declared humans?

Come jester and play

The world is laughing with you so play

Come jester and play

Bring the happy faces to stay

Come jester and wear your mask

That smile is fake put on the grudge

Come jester and ask

Are you really alone when only you understand yourself and what is going on?

Come jester and ask

Who is the prettiest wearer of this mask

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Yung AI at Another One

ni: Pedro Pendukot

Ang mga tula ay mapaglarong mga salita

Mga titik na makakati at matalas kung minsan

May nakapaloob ng bahid ng riyalidad na hinde naman sikreto talaga

Pero ang riyalidad ay natabunan ng ilusyon dahil sino ba naman ang hinde nasarapan sa ilusyon

Parang pelikulang matrix kung napanood mo

Di ba mas masarap kumain ng steak kesa gumising sa makina at labanan ang sistema

(Scene ni cypher sa pelikulang matrix)

Ang mga tula ay galing sa mapaglarong imahinasyon

Mga imahinasyon na ayaw pansinin

Walang kita diyan

Mas masarap pa rin sa loob ng sistema

Sa loob ng matrix

Dahil makina ng ilusyon ay parang droga

Dito maganda ang kita

Dito okay lang maging pobre wag lang maging bangkay

Malalabanan mo ba ang AI?

Si Neo ka ba na " The One" ?

Ispiking of "The One"

Marami sa atin ang naghahanap niyan

Sa pag-ibig (karamihan)

Sa politika

Sa trabaho

Atbp.

Pero madalas imbes na "The One" ay "another one" ang nakukuha.

Pero parang tayong si Morpheus na hinde sumusuko hanapin ang/si "The One"

(Yung mga sumuko naging si cypher na lamang)

Napaisep nga ako na buti si Morpheus hinde nalito sa ilusyon, riyalidad, at another one

Kung ano ang halimbawa nila ay sa sarile mong buhay ma-aalintulad

Tutal lahat naman tayo ay pwede mamile kung sa asul o sa pula katulad ni Neo

Pero magulo yan kaya ang mas pinipili natin ay kung sa meron o wala.

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Maharlika

ni: Pedro Pendukot

Palakpakan at papuri

Hanap ng makabagong lupon

Masarap sa tainga

Masarap sa damdamin

Kapag may humahanga

Dahil siya ang natatanging hari o reyna

Kaya lakad matatag

Taas noo

Sa pribiliheyong natamo

Nagyayabang

Nag- aangas

Sila lang daw ang magaling at matalino

Nagyabang sa pobre pero hinde sa kapwa may pribiheliyo

Mas masarap daw kasi magyabang sa pobre

Dahil palakpak ay mas malakas

Ang papuri ay mas maingay

Dahil sa kapwa may pribiheliyo

Alam niyang kailangan nilang magpataasan

Mga manggagawa niya'y ayaw itaas ang sahod

Sayang makakabawas sa pambile ng luho

Magarang palasyo

Magarang kalesa

Mga anak na animo'y pawis ay pabango

Hawak ang mga tauhan na sila ang kapitan dahil gutom

Hayaan silang gutom

Parang kontrolado ang kilos

Trabaho lang para makaraos

Kung kulang eh di dagdagan ang oras

Pero malabo ang pagtaas ng sahod

Luge ang hari at reyna

Wala na silang pambile ng magagarang kalesa

"Isang araw kami rin ay magsasawa" sabi ng pobre

"Magkaka-lakas ng loob din at magkaka- boses"

" Lalaban ng patas sa hari't reyna"

"Iwawagayway din ang mga hiling sa kalsada, na kaming mga manggagawa ay malaking bahagi kaya sila nakabile ng palasyo at magarang kalesa"

"Pero ngayon ay parang halaman munang tiklop sa gilid dahil may pamilyang umaasa at naghihintay ng munting naani"