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Ylzm Sep 5
Truth trampled
Lies reigned
Beauty usurped
Vulgarity valued

Turning not the other cheek
but kills to assert the right to ****
Power not to curb lawlessness
but to empower lawlessness

The soul tormented
In ashes and sackcloth
A voiceless silent cry cries
all day and all night

The day descends
inexorably into darkness
But for the sliver of moon
there is no reason to hope

The spirit awaits the dawn
Ylzm Apr 23
Sin
Even as holy books do not make you holy,
keeping the law do not make you moral.
But sin shows itself most sinful
making mass murders and most ****** carnage holy.
And lawlessness hides behind the law
sulking and pouting in the White House.
K Balachandran Nov 2017
air smells lavender,
spring day turns rambunctious,
love breaks all the rules!
Martin Narrod Apr 2014
I am in levels. Past levels. This deep, intrinsic wonderful lost, the lawlessness of its fascinating expenditure of excite. Pushing through the wild and feral snow-dusted plains and timber ridges. Like red-spotted dots breathing through the cylinders called the spine. This descends into a narrow channel of scantly clad greenish scenery in a time-soaked visionary wilderness of snow,
Our crab legs dancing down wiry purple highways, our heads could not even look backwards if we had wanted.

Furious, love-latitudes, stalking breaths thwacking fork-ended tongues into a pinkish knot buried into the first layer of organic membrane on this railway of miniature canals, showing. And their pride snuck into the elbows, shooting down each vertebrae as it stepped with great precision every ledge that the currency emphasized. The raw accumulation of stolen heart-beats rattling between the interstices of new fuel careering these red engines. Crashing with exquisite pleasure into one another.

— The End —