It's practically unlawful
Your minds are all bare
The welled up and awful
That compose your stare
You see not the light
But only the dark
The wonders of sight
Are but a mere mark
On the surface of hate
Soon to be removed
Rejection innate
And you've really proved
That the glory of life
The love of the heart
Are nothing but strife
To be pinned by the dart
The dart of no mercy
Of eons of shame
You'll get your hands *****
To garner some fame
You are hardly human
An embarrassment, too
It's the free right of man
It's nothing anew
To love without boundaries
Regardless of gender
It's nothing of foundry
But a natural splendor
So go back to your shells
To hide in your frames
Reject all the bells
And never be tamed
We'll go on without you
Overflowing with love
No one there around to
Pacify your dove
The dove that never flies
And feeds on our pain
His mind soon to die
And we, soon to claim
The crumbling earth
And patch it all up
You're into the hearth
And we've got your cup
Dump all the contents
Into the fire
Now peaceful moments
Can truly suspire
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
It's practically unlawful
Your minds are all bare
The welled up and awful
That compose your stare
You see not the light
But only the dark
The wonders of sight
Are but a mere mark
On the surface of hate
Soon to be removed
Rejection innate
And you've really proved
That the glory of life
The love of the heart
Are nothing but strife
To be pinned by the dart
The dart of no mercy
Of eons of shame
You'll get your hands *****
To garner some fame
You are hardly human
An embarrassment, too
It's the free right of man
It's nothing anew
To love without boundaries
Regardless of gender
It's nothing of foundry
But a natural splendor
So go back to your shells
To hide in your frames
Reject all the bells
And never be tamed
We'll go on without you
Overflowing with love
No one there around to
Pacify your dove
The dove that never flies
And feeds on our pain
His mind soon to die
And we, soon to claim
The crumbling earth
And patch it all up
You're into the hearth
And we've got your cup
Dump all the contents
Into the fire
Now peaceful moments
Can truly suspire
A short, half-assed collection of vaguely related and strung together rhymes, written about the disdain that I feel for the Westboro Baptist Church because that's where my feels are tonight. Footnote extra - they're awful people who deserve to lose the ability to properly organize hatred (I won't say die, that's too... harsh...)
