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 Sep 2020 Seeker
ConnectHook
You're ****** and doomed.
Your soul's not saved.
Virtue-signal all you want . . .
the road to Folly, fully paved
is Fool's Gold gleaming all the way.
Virtue's valiant vanguard, you—
the banner of surrender waved;
Facebook-friendly memes of mention
pointing to your selfish cause:
socially just desserts. Attention
paid to certain liberal flaws.
Virtue-signalling to the flock
gesturing, gesticulating;
hieroglyphics of deceit.
You're up for take-down, ours to mock,
bleating to your followers, prating—
well-assured in your conceit.
Keep on projecting,
you pathetic neurotic hypocrites.
 Aug 2020 Seeker
ConnectHook
Take a bow for taking a knee.
We want to thank you for being woke
After falling asleep in the land of the Free;
(The punchline to your own lame joke.)
Y'all so WOKE I bought you an alarm clock.
 Aug 2020 Seeker
ConnectHook
i cut myself
with the keen edge
of your dull poetry

and then i bleed

superficially
a desperate poetic plea for help so please like, repost and follow before i bleed to death. thanx
 Aug 2020 Seeker
Rich Hues
A twisted
Column
Of grime,
No metre
Wordplay
Or rhyme,
An artform
For those
Without
Talents
And the
Lonely
Who lack
                            Balance.
 Aug 2020 Seeker
ConnectHook
Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing:
I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried:
mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

They that hate me without a cause
are more than the hairs of mine head:
they that would destroy me,
being mine enemies wrongfully,
are mighty:
then I restored that which I took not away.

O God, thou knowest my foolishness;
and my sins are not hid from thee.

Let not them that wait on thee, O Lord God of hosts,
be ashamed for my sake:
let not those that seek thee be confounded for my sake,
O God of Israel.

Because for thy sake I have borne reproach;
shame hath covered my face.

I am become a stranger unto my brethren,
and an alien unto my mother's children.

For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up;
and the reproaches of them that reproached thee
are fallen upon me.

When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting,
that was to my reproach.

I made sackcloth also my garment;
and I became a proverb to them.

They that sit in the gate speak against me;
and I was the song of the drunkards.

But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O Lord,
in an acceptable time:
O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me,
in the truth of thy salvation.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink:
let me be delivered from them that hate me,
and out of the deep waters.

Let not the waterflood overflow me,
neither let the deep swallow me up,
and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

Hear me, O Lord; for thy lovingkindness is good:
turn unto me according to the multitude of thy tender mercies.

And hide not thy face from thy servant;
for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.

Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it:
deliver me because of mine enemies.

Thou hast known my reproach, and my shame,
and my dishonour:
mine adversaries are all before thee.

Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness:
and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none;
and for comforters, but I found none.

They gave me also gall for my meat;
and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

Let their table become a snare before them:
and that which should have been for their welfare,
let it become a trap.

Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not;
and make their ***** continually to shake.

Pour out thine indignation upon them,
and let thy wrathful anger take hold of them.

Let their habitation be desolate; and let none dwell in their tents.

For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten;
and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.

Add iniquity unto their iniquity:
and let them not come into thy righteousness.

Let them be blotted out of the book of the living,
and not be written with the righteous.

But I am poor and sorrowful:
let thy salvation, O God, set me up on high.

I will praise the name of God with a song,
and will magnify him with thanksgiving.

This also shall please the Lord
better than an ox or bullock that hath horns and hoofs.

The humble shall see this, and be glad:
and your heart shall live that seek God.

For the Lord heareth the poor, and despiseth not his prisoners.

Let the heaven and earth praise him,
the seas, and every thing that moveth therein.

For God will save Zion, and will build the cities of Judah:
that they may dwell there, and have it in possession.

The seed also of his servants shall inherit it:
and they that love his name shall dwell therein.

Psalm 69 [KJV]
 Aug 2020 Seeker
ConnectHook
Pay no mind
To the brown agitator
Stirring the Pre-Columbian ***,
Hating on the West.

Lend no ear
To the white propagandist
Spewing half-baked Marxism
From a podium of dysfunction.

Give no place
To the black militant
Scowling sullenly
In her queer Afrocentricity.

These voices are symptoms;
They are angry ghosts
Of dead souls
Who exchanged God

For a lie.
Agit-propping up
a failing state...
 Aug 2020 Seeker
SøułSurvivør
<@ <@ <@

whispering shells
announce God's presence
more clearly than
any trumpet

[10W]
Catherine Jarvis
 Jul 2020 Seeker
ConnectHook
y'all am racist
cuz y'all is not non-racist
racism was intersect autonomy
defund my peoples NOW!
we is demand are immediate
you is no privilege
to tell we who am people of colors
y'all shut UP!

(long stream of angry expletives...)
Chop my chaz please.
Thank you, and mind the bulldozers.
 Jul 2020 Seeker
ConnectHook
P.C. 31 said "We caught a ***** one",
Maxwell stands alone;
Painting testimonial pictures,
oh, oh, oh, oh
. . .
[P. McCartney]

This procurer of underage tail
made the Post, and then later, the Mail  
Let us sing our refrain
for recruiter Ghislaine:
we would like her detained without bail.

While her In-N-Out burger went cold,
Madame Maxwell was looking quite old.
Let her smile for the Times;
and then pay for her crimes
after all of her secrets are told.
Addendum:

In the woods of New Hampshire, the snake
Tried to give her detectives the shake.
Fake news will now spin it
Pretending to win it,
Assuming you're still not awake.
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