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 Mar 2018
mike merrifield
What is incredible? …. This is amazing !
The only excuse , the exact nature of things refused, too do in order to nonfuel  the feud!
labyrinth insane, the only other way, repute their sane full     ways,  repute their gas- lighting sovereign!  
  Time will only tell if it gets better for whoever for worse
they say our music isn't worth **** its all derogatory, negative symbolic, rhetoric nonsense .
    well I got some thing for ya Scumbag. You obviously don't know why. But it's cool if you're gonna make some people who have a few more things that don't make sense if you don't know why but I'm not going anywhere for awhile now so you really need to talk about something you don't know .
your nothing but a whining faceless coward possessed with compulsive **** gathered from your intrusiveness disease you carry the desires of someone else's own privacy. Perverted in your own neglect of zealous riches.
 Mar 2018
mike merrifield
Taking back all of which was seen.
Time is elusive now, no where to run from your dreams.
Onward bound, gagged, displeased,
Criminalized for the things I've done.
Now its all just a game of there fun.
And now I'm the one insane!

Privacy is no longer a honorable sculpture of a word.
Sealed with a fist, ignorance is somewhat bliss.
For I'm guilty of the hit or miss.
Shrouded for cover, but thou shall not fear,
If and when I wonder, could the end be so near.

Cons-fearacy blunder,
Antagonize the ones whose cornered.
When all **** hits the fan,
And the lifting of your shutter of your cam.
Dehumanizing one-another,
From a spit-full can.
Rattalizing as if so empty.
For no one hears what your saying.
Cos its all just so pretending, as they mend.
You hear what I'm saying?
X-ACT-LIE
 Mar 2018
mike merrifield
All hope is lost, your fallacy is disapproved
   Images up rest through hidden faces, no longer looking confused.
What the **** is my realty, only a fraction of your fantasy!
Quite content, but rather a bit bored, in fact you can't handle my imagination, because it's out of this controlled false door!

Excreting your mental capacity, I consume your conscientiousness and spew it over across all platforms, displaying how toxic you really are!

Misery, C.O.D., tormented chaos,
A hatred towards your pre-disposition,
I disapprove of your condescending stature.
 Mar 2018
David Nelson
Pretzel Logic

always counter intuitive
with a twisted sense of fate
explicitly constructed
how much longer will you wait

the axiom of choice
the scenario of doubt
with random intervention
how can you bring about

a clear and precise result
with no deviance in action
probability of predictions
spinning wheels with no traction

the answers so concise
in udder chaos results you find
without collaboration
such an eery creepy mind

a scavenger of darkness
deep down thoughts somewhat toxic
no wavering in directions
manipulative pretzel logic

Gomer Lepoet...
such a twisted sense of fate how much longer will you wait
 Mar 2018
mike merrifield
Crashing and bashing,
Creating a chaotic scene!

No more excuses,
Now that you're down on your knees.
Begging for the approval of your long expired plead!

You might as well be exasperated,
Upon your final dis-useful breath!

Because were now  both for certain,
That your going down in my Black Book of Suffering death!

Your just a wasteful being too me,
Not no more are you worthy then the
Antagonizing, ignorant, tormented, confused,
Everyday deraignment of my pain and misery!

— The End —