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  Mar 2017 Scott Hamsun
Joseph Mart
The long day goes on with hardly a glimpse in our direction,
Whether your job is education or perfection,
At the end we all feel it creeping up behind,
For some they can delay it,
Others merely give in to their desire,
For me I utterly despise it as being a waste entirely,
But whether you choose to fight with heavy resistance,
Or simply to retire,
All efforts are exhausted we all are forced to fade,
After all, sleep can only be delayed.
  Mar 2017 Scott Hamsun
Joseph Mart
I lay in bed contemplating,
After awhile finally realizing,
There was no gain from meditating,
We are all slaves to the cruel mistress,
Her name being a mystery,
No one knows and no one can answer,
There is freewill but without satisfaction,
We are all slaves so why do we wonder?
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
Changes are coming you'd better conform,
they're approaching  quickly your old ways are worn.
So take out your weapon fight the good fight,
If you are not a fighter than preach what is right.
And though your heart may be weary at first,
it will soon reach the point where it kills the old curse.
Destroy all the fake ways and typical words,
accept that the new world is turning the herds.
The stories been told, the ending is bleak,
If you think you can fix it your mind must be weak.
The "**** Superior" is proving to be fake,
but you better get a-moving or you'll expose 'your the snake.
  Feb 2017 Scott Hamsun
Joseph Mart
Walking down the street,
I stop and stare and weep,
There on the wall before me,
Was posed a curiosity,
An abyss with no end,
Or perhaps just an extension of nothingness,
All that was truly known is that it seemed bright as night,
As time slowly crept away I was noticed by a stranger,
He inquired why the snowman provoked me so,
All I could reply was "I simply do not know."
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
The land I was born in,
is crumbling fast.
The civil war took it,
Into its cold grasp.
We had no defense,
Though we had a forecast.
Perhaps if we pray we'll unite at last.

The place I was brought up,
Is now just a hole.
the bombs they where dropped by...
our own flagpole.
The Reds they did nothing,
in fact they helped pray,
perhaps if we join them we will mend someday.

Though no war was declared.
I know history'll tell,
the cities were roaring,
you could hear every yell.
The guns they got fired,
the guns made of gold,
I know if we wait dear, we'll survive the cold.

We used to have battles,
to get to the moon.
But now we start wars just,
to earn silver spoons.
The battle you can't win,
but if we all die,
just know that we tried hard, to fight the good fight.

The chemicals we spread,
they hurt God more.
when he sees us suffer.
And start backyard wars,
He has a good reason,
to not pick a side.
The reason our side fights, is to stay alive.

If I am alive when,
the world war three comes.
I know that in battle
is where ill become:
just a brick of carbon
in a world full of life
the war zone is ready, we live in its strife.

A bullet that comes from,
your neighbors handgun,
it hits you and tells you,
that your life is done,
but we will all destroy,
this battle of hate,
there's nothing we can do, perhaps we just wait.

the old time America,
has breathed its last breath.
The Communists and all,
the racists face death.
If I was to be there,
I would say no way,
we've seen enough death now, to last a decade.

The court rooms are empty
the laws have all died,
if we could rebuild it,
this country could thrive,
but let us not make all,
the same old mistakes.
This land that I love is: facing an earthquake.

It is over in most ways,
in  others its worse.
the temper of those man,
has cast a a new curse.
There's nothing that's been won,
when death is so rich.
I hope we learn lessons while digging the ditch .
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
Under the water,
the blackness spreads to my soul,
The lilies can't help.
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
When we think we revolt
we really don't.
We just join the cult,
of youthful clones.

our parents did the same,
our peers are not insane.
The law is not "just bull"
the prisons are all full.

How can you "be alone"
when everyone is home,
doing what you've done before,
as if you've ever soared.

You think *** makes you the man?
Well we are overpopulated Mr. Stan.
Don't pretend there is a door,
your open as the store you little *****.

smoking kills we all know that,
and how would we have learned if you were first, you ****!
Sit down you have nothing to say.
It would be the same as what I heard yesterday.
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