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Jul 2020
Gravity is immense.
Still im
suspended in weightlessness...
Unfriended the image of God
Because you don't
Like this realm in the way it is......
I trust in benevolence.
But develope some pity
For rapists. Mercenaries and Satanists...
Its love that echoes. Eternal shapes.
In the motherly keep.
Of a weightless opaque tinge. Of vacant spaces and emptyness
Creation swirling in majesty
Till human travesty.
Tragically came from space...
And trashed up. And ran with
Hate ful ness
And created racism.
Slavery.. corporations
And ceo benefits
And brainwashed through screens.
Instead of educating
On how to change the ****** way it is
Its time to man up
And ask his grace....
Every man in existence what day is it
Can you answer. Your destiny.
When the damage is wasting
Half of this place at a rabbit pace
With weapons. Disaster.
Gravitate. To a sadness shape...
But **** it lets go to ahappy place...
I gotta get rid of
This devils dance. Its a habit I have to break...
Say **** it for habits sake.
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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