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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
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
Westboro Baptist Church
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...)
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
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