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From fascism to fascism,
Through a softer, sly disguise,
Under Satan’s dark baptism,
Tiny worlds meet their demise.

Genocide and degradation,
Artificial to the core,
Spirit’s death and mind’s stagnation—
Drowning deep in filth and gore.

Fear and blind submission lead us,
All foundations cast aside.
From fake plagues to beasts they breed us,
Till the herds are stupefied.

Fools don’t set the night in motion—
They need sheep, not hell unleashed.
Empty heads find full devotion
If their coats are soft and sleek.

But what path is left for moving?
Hell is here, it’s not ahead.
Hellspawn rule us, all-consuming,
Feasting on the souls they bled.

Politics is just a circus,
Where the clowns obey commands.
Truth is drowned in lies on purpose—
Crowds don't bite the guiding hands.

So, they earn their fate in measure,
For the madness owns their breath.
Not for years, but times unmeasured
They have worshipped lies to death.
 Feb 3 Faith
Aymeric
Espoir
 Feb 3 Faith
Aymeric
I plant my prayers in silent ground,
Water them with words unsound.

The stars fade, the hours drift,
Yet still, I wait, my hands unclenched.

If time must steal, let it restore,
What once was lost, return once more.

No cries, no chains, no last despair,
Juste attendre et espérer.
 Apr 2021 Faith
Ron
Before the Storm
 Apr 2021 Faith
Ron
Willow trees wept
in a grassy glade
Gold a glowing cloud
sun fingers made
Below quiet waters
ran dark as death
No sound no wind
no summers breath.
Rain drops
are the tears
of the
clouds

Rays
are the smiles
of the
sun

Tears of joy
come
from an overwhelm
The weight of the joy is heavy

On days we see the rain falling with the sun shining
Should we  expect blessings
 Jan 2021 Faith
Matthew
Perched in a tall nest.
Let's look at those at rest.
After the sunlight's haze
A sly clarity stays
 Jan 2021 Faith
unnamed
Untitled
 Jan 2021 Faith
unnamed
with each page turn,
I wonder if it is me you love
or the book itself
 Jan 2021 Faith
Maeve
Garden Party
 Jan 2021 Faith
Maeve
I want to plant a garden
And water brown, dead flowers
I wish to reap
Just what I sow
If I water only the dead ones, I can be satisfied that it wasn't my care that killed them
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