This is what you’ve got to do,
Stop indulging on that plate,
Of politically correct, obnoxious stew
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Poetry, Music
Prelude,To Paradise.
Look around and tremble,
And it’s only the beginning,The worst is yet to come,As more than Evil political forces,Act as tyrannical bosses,Promoting under our noses,The fatal Kingdom of the Dumb.
Lunacy loves Company,
We’ve achieved so much, in such short time,Are we now ready to graze?Me thinks, things have gone much too far,We’re Sinners without, Grace,Willfully provoking,Our demise and our disgrace!
Sometimes,
They abandon us for othersFidelities, hardly, knownBut it doesn’t matterI’m accustomed to being,Alone.
lost connectional
resurrectionlike amour
I love Words,
What in me hurts,They speak my dreams,Those had, had not,And calm the thirst,I’ve always had.