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july hearne Oct 2018
mighty mighty miners  
mining for a heart of cryptocurrency  
mighty mighty houses  
might end up empty  

for fake fortune  
for a drop of wine  
for a speck of grain  
for fake fortune  

nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers
will you be their broke financiers  
will you be their paraplegic dancers  

you've got nothing to lose  
just a shield of children  
wielding weapons  
no one knows how to use  

mighty mighty miners  
mine on empty  
too much vacancy  
in a heart of cryptocurrency  

all one person  
all one horsemen  
all fake fortune  
all one horsemen  

wish NPC weren't too dumb to understand
mighty mighty houses built upon sand
because every time jeff eats an iguana,  
he's got the whole free market in his hands.
*Roky Erickson - I Think of Demons

Micah 2:2
They covet fields and seize them, and houses, and take them. They defraud people of their homes, they rob them of their inheritance.



ISAIAH 5:8 (MSG Version)
"Doom to you who buy up all the houses and grab all the land for yourselves— Evicting the old owners, posting no trespassing signs, Taking over the country, leaving everyone homeless and landless. I overheard God-of-the-Angel-Armies say: “Those mighty houses will end up empty. Those extravagant estates will be deserted. A ten-acre vineyard will produce a pint of wine, a fifty-pound sack of seed, a quart of grain.
It started as an annoyance,
a small ***** inside,
and that grew,
and grew,
and grew,
and at first I could still function,
keep moving with my normal duties,
but the pain became agony,
as this turn inside was too much to bear.
My hands clawed,
and smashed,
and attempted to stop,
but there was no exits,
or emergency buttons to press,
I was on a ride of suffering,
that was just beginning.
I'd twist,
and writhe,
but nothing helps.
I'm just hitting the peak,
when I can no longer move,
just stuck with my thoughts,
without the ability to act,
and this torment that I must go through.
I want to attack it,
rip it out of me,
cut it,
pull it,
destroy it,
but I can't.
I'm only able to sit and be frozen in misery.
It starts to fade,
I might be OK,
but there it is to build again,
can I take much more?
It slows some more,
and I can use my hands again.
The blood that was flowing,
is leaving my eyes,
and I see more than that red haze again.
I calm back down to normality,
and there is just a soft reminder,
that the pain may return.
L Sep 2018
you're a lightning
beautiful
and unpredictable
you light up my world
and I love the sound of your thunder
but at the same time
I know
you have the power
to destroy me
within seconds
and it scares me
that I'm willing
to live
with this fear
for you
shiv Sep 2018
i set the world on fire
and i called it my own.
I'm crumbling
Underneath all this pain
Like a historical building
After a hurricane
The devastation so dramatic
It's hard to rebuild
What you destroyed
Your words hit me
Like 150 miles per hour wind
Salty tears like ocean water
Taking over everything
Your hatred drowns me
My life completely changed
You destroyed something beautiful
In the matter of minutes
Jonathan Surname Aug 2018
An ashen late Autumn was upon us,
and in our best worn coats and sundries we--
held steadfast by a masthead of a rotting boat.
Wooden on a shore of the lake we adored.

We held still as soft deer galloped their lanks through strange
lands lifted from grounds with brick built upon brick,
wherein now were filled, not berries, but hunter's saltlick.
We ravaged a place we called our own,
We stole from the savages their home.

But we found a peace amongst their nerves,
and we were fearful of speed and we'd swerve,
if ever we found in our path one that deserved,
to have the freedom to rummage through roughage.

On this solemn lake-side we found pride in the soft light.
Because what the **** else can we do,
but to sit where once grass stood in dew,
and instead of plucking and mucking about,
no, in lieu, we sat and stared and remarked,
instead about how we've done damage we can't undo.
john muir inspired
Kit Jul 2018
I can sense your needs,
I can ******* smell your hunger!
And the desire?
It's written all over your face!

The ****** sheets proof
that you are very much able.
Able to take what you crave.
Able to split open and rip apart.
Able to destroy.
Able to hurt.

And the stones are dripping blood on my hands, crying like abandoned children in the desert,
but through the virgins breast,
I can feel the life pulsating in every single one of them.

All they see is red,
all they ******* bleed is black.

You came to destroy,
Oh look, how beautifully you destroy!

Now go and take, take what you want,
need,
greed.
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