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It's impossible for me to be anything
But a blessing, belle
Born a ******, I became
Angel
Lick

Pure
I can do no wrong
All my threads lead to Peace
Jerusalem's Honey
I am the Milk
Viiirrrrggggin is censored?

Idiots.
Why would you expect us to write you pretty poetry
When you reject our every tear?
You tell us "Shut up and bleed" when we're in pain,
"Come back to us when we can use you again",
"We feel good and gloating about all the great we've done",
While the other half rots alone.
You want more words, if you can benefit.
If not, you'll say your hate for us is love
And we should cheer up, shut up
And be happy, for You.
After all, you're so loving -
Why wouldn't we be?
"Why wouldn't we be 'loving'?"
"Why wouldn't we be happy?"
"Why wouldn't we be happy for you?"
The beginning of a series of comments on people rejecting those who speak the truth because they only want to hear soft, "nice" things. Which of course is incredibly selfish and CREATES people who are in pain because they are not heard, and have thus been abandoned by society.
The novelty of the young ewe
Blinded by its fleece
White is reflective of all colors
Absorbent of none
It stumbles about bleating
Intent on its own way
Falling in the crevice
Thinking it's reached day
But when the sun dips past the outcrop
And daddy sheep is gone
The little ewe will mewl again
And Pappy wolf will come
He knows the ropes
And he's no vegetarian
He ate knowledge
So he could come again
And he remembers
How the sheep forgot him
In their disorderly straying
Old and young alike, claiming the right to rule the kingdom that is his
And so with teeth he teaches them a lesson
A few bright ones he shares his land with
The rest are supper
Now that's Nature
:p

He's no veggie-saurus

Cue the grassy hill, bright eyes - Let's get Jurassic!
If
If they had love, they would embrace criticism
Else they are hate
And not only that, hypocrites
Indeed, evil
Change or face Justice
Love the truth
Or stop claiming to love
"You come from a place of hurt," he said
In the movie.
"That's our fault. I'm sorry," he said
In the movie.
Only in movies
Do people have hearts.
No one has ever said they're sorry.
Not once.
Reality.
In reality
They blame you
Shame you
Silence you
They hate you
It's all your fault
They're perfect
Perfect love
Perfect love that doesn't care about your pain
The pain they cause
They never apologize
Only in movies
As fake as they are
https://youtu.be/TnPBdsFmrgQ

Yeah, right

You made everything a lie. No one will ever help you again.

You made life hell for anyone good. It will never be forgiven.

You had a billion chances, but you never even try to BE THERE.

Worthless **** unworthy of protection

Disgusting

YOUR fault

And you will NEVER do it again.
Past predicts the future
When people are stagnant.

Laziness is a choice.
Intellectual laziness.
Spiritual laziness.

Don't work.
Work on yourself.
Spread the truth,
Not your thighs.

Work is sloth.
Truth is Love.
We want to be the pretty gal,
Object of worship, outer glory.
What all does that get us, goo?
Used and using, sold wholly.
How do we reflect an inner soul
When fully occupied by facials?
*Note: Rather profane words follow (but only to shine the truth)*

Thy whorey 'ficial glory hole makeup maketh not your glory whole, are you only a fake ******* moaning groaning or do you have a soul?
Salom / Pax means the peace that comes with the presence of justice. The rule of law.

Peace without justice is merely indifference. It is no peace at all. As stated by Jeezus and Martin Luther King, "heroes" you worship because you enjoy the passive peace they gave you but which they hated.

Educate yourselves.
Were they passive do-nothings who accept everything and stand for nothing?

If the only thing you stand for is standing for nothing and doing whatever you please, you're on the wrong side of eternity, and that ain't love.
Why seek to rule over stars you can't grasp?
They know you well, but you can't see them.
Only your hubris would lead you to shun
That which you don't understand
While you cling to your delusions.
How is it you're so quick to challenge your superiors
But you can't see yourself?
Apparently you are beyond reprieve,
Perfect indeed,
Like every other psychopath
Who doesn't listen to critique.
All the best are carnivores, and when we're fed tofu and told to worship its empty calories as a blessing, it's not our responsibility when we lash out against the faux chikns who lied to us, starved us, and told us to love it or starve. We fight and claw for real Love, and if they withhold it, they've only themselves to blame for the burning, we are blameless and they are guilty, for they deny the heart, and we are the flame.

Those who fear real love hold back progress by denying it. God does not love stagnation but soul elevation, and if the only way they will open their hearts to deeper love is pain, his heavy hand will grant it, because we weren't born dogs but Human. We aren't here to be lazy, slovenly souls who only choose what's convenient in complacence, but to grow and gain a soul. God loves pioneers, the brave. He loathes cowards of the soul, who don't even try to feel others, who have no empathy, who only respect their own imaginations, but care not for any Truth, but only what feeds them more puppies and playthings with which to ******* over in boundless narcissistic eroticism - the common affliction of the neurotic modern pig in human skin.

So fret not over being a Terror of passion, for God Himself is so, and if it is lust turned toward a noble end, 'tis an image of divinity.
An impromptu poetic prose response to https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3332658/guilty/
Yeah I know, you care
I appreciate it
But you don't fully understand me
You're not capable
That's not a slight on you
It's a fact
I don't blame you
For what you give is special
But I'm more than any one can handle
And you've a lot of learning to do
To perceive as I do
You probably don't want to
Who would?
But you're as necessary as me
That doesn't mean we should marry
Nothing's so simple
That's the point - I'm complex
But you call it unstable
No - I have mastered me
And you're still just a baby
Don't ask me to goo when I Gah
I don't ever want to go back down
The pain remembers
So venture forth
But don't rely on me
I'm not your baby
But I still love you
I just don't mistake attachment for love
Let's hope
Not anymore
Love is higher, farther
I pray for the future
Not just the now
I have needs
Too
Who can fulfill them?
Not-a-me, Not-a-yoo!
Fear of lack / FOMO limits us more than not accepting limits does.
"Life at court was cut off from the rest of the world. People spent their time with superficial poetry, music, romance, and gossip. Women in particular"
Perspective
They choose their fate
By their choices
To be caring or no
I merely enforce it
Wish they'd do betta
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