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You have my word...
But in a world contorted
By lies leaked from
serpents mouths...
What does that really entail?
''Beware of your leaders,
Bearing their false gifts.''
But what have they given us?
Freedom?
Hope?
Truth?
We wish for these but the day
Where we receive them, is not today.
All we can truly hope for,
Is that our kin,
of this beautiful world,
Find a way to contain the disease,
For we are already infected...
Your baby, thrown into a grinder, alive.
Your baby, thrown to the ground, now dead.
You, ears ripped off and lips sliced off.
Standing ankle deep in everyone's ****.
Not enough room to spread your arms,
Or even to move anywhere.
Forced to eat the same meal everyday,
Until you throw up or die.
Heart attacks are no surprise.
Legs swollen,
Can't move,
Arms broken,
Can't escape,
Can't love,
Can't live...
* I was trying to make this disturbing/grotesque for a reason. The things listed above are things that happen to thousands maybe millions of animals constantly just so we can have some ******* meat. Its terrible and it IS disgusting. Many of these animals such as pigs and cows show just as much intelligence as the pets we have in our homes such as cats and dogs. Yet, we would find it despicable if someone ripped off their dogs tail, and hear the dog cry in pain. Or if someone took their cat by the tail, and slammed it against the ground to **** it. Or take a **** load of puppies and kittens, throw em on a conveyor  belt, and feed em to a ******* grinder. Its heart wrenching, and there's no humanity in it.
With a firm grip,
I bring the pear to my mouth.
As a great white does to a seal,
And to my terrible surprise...
The core was spun in hair.

This was no hair from Royalty,
This hair was grey, and flaked.
It smelt of rotting corpses,
And crawled across my teeth.

As the tentacle like hair ventured,
It crawled to the back of my throat,
And it crawled up to my brain.
Leaching to my insides I feel it,
It begins to work, begins to change me.

My eyes grow heavy, and begin to ache.
A grey filter, it seems, slides over my vision.
I feel my heart shatter, and the shards,
They slide down my chest, slicing.

This is it, this is the end.
What a way to go,
Taken over by something,
Something we care to much about.
And now its time I forgot about it.
Tis the season.
The season for greed
The season for consuming
The season for ignorance and whining
And people ask why
Why I don't like the holidays
Why I spend them in a holidaze

Humans will always find a reason
Some ******* reason for them to get gifts
While some are opening presents
Others are opening their wrists

Just remember
The holidays are some peoples bane
Worst time of the year
People never stay in the realm of the sane

Tis the season for misery and hate
And I'm the Grinch.
And my heart has shrunk
Three sizes too small
And its never growing
Break, break, break,
    On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
    The thoughts that arise in me.

O, well for the fisherman's boy,
    That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
    That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
    To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
    And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break
    At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
    Will never come back to me.
Recollecting those times, those memories.
Your essence, your spirit, your touch;
On my mind.
Feelings of nostalgia overwhelm my consciousness.
Trying to block you.. it.. out.
Forgive and forget, a saying unknown.
You've taken this time, you have grown.
Me? Still stuck running in place.
Faux smile on my face.
Trying to erase; you.
 Dec 2013 JP Mantler
The Duchess
My feet sank into the warm sand,
my skin, barley even tanned.
Catching a whiff of the salty breeze,
which bring back memories that send me to my knees.

Finally I am here,
the warm golden sand changed with the tide coming near.

The sun was laying down to rest,
proving tomorrow would be at its best.
The warm colors of summer rose once more,
baby blue, light pink, mellow yellow and cool orange lit up the shore.

The golden sand was no more,
and the dark sky came, oh what a bore.
But tomorrow I will return,
for the colors of summer is what I yearn.
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