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Now is not the time for prudence,
For the sacred cow of wisdom,
“That’s what we’ve always done”
“That’s how it’s done”
“You don’t **** with tradition”

Rip and tear,
Enough pandering to robot men
Who change based on our non-violence

I must run up and
Tonsils against curbsides,
Tv lies tried
In the people’s always peaceful protest court,
Shards under nails,
Drowning in names
I need to die
Their boots together eviscerate
Consummate my communist brains

                                           Socialist soul or whatever the ****

With the guilt I’ve been tending to
The past ten years
What was I doin while the revolution happened?
I want to close my hands around
I want to be crushed
I’ve only been hit once and
I cannot grind my teeth hard enough
To relive it
State guidelines say to stay in your home at all costs reduce human contact
Gatherings of over five people are strictly prohibited
Gathering has been declared a riot
James Jul 11
We will vanish one by one, until we are gone without a trace
Displaced by flora or covered in colossal snowdrifts
Dilapidated buildings
Hideous remains of temples and churches haunted
By the
silhouettes of ghastly midnights past

Un-holy vestiges transfigured by the warmth of the wandering sun.
Ashes where we had once stood before God as man
screamingly sentient
made of rotten creation
Our life the echo of a shrieking moan
Calling from the graveyard of the universe

Come! Leave the pallid stars behind with a mad laughter
Reach out now, touch the void
God and man are dead ! Rejoice!
What a joyous revolt!
Divine notes from blasphemous flutes conduct a symphony from beyond time
Dive headfirst into the deep black rift
And become eternity
An original poem
Crego Jun 1
Bleed my mind out
Onto paper again
It’s in a cage
I’m full of rage
Things can’t be the same.
**** a phase, this is a chapter
Turn the page, streets in flames
Things can’t be the same.
I feel the pain when I see their eyes
And I can **** near taste it
They wanna rewrite history
But the noise too loud
So they can’t erase it
Things can’t be the same
Light it
Adrian Mar 13
Sparks fly
Ashes fall
Coals simmer
A crumbling wall.

Torches flicker
Down a lamplit hall.
The fuel dies down,
And a new man stands above all.
Covid-19 is a cool shortening (COronaVIrus Disease 2019)
Clay Face Feb 16
There’s nothing to interpret in defiance.
Once you find a set, put place, position and stand.
Work up the vitality to speak in brutality!
There’s no point to declare without defense.

I want to **** in the wind, because *******.
Replace my mind with a button.
Press it, I’ll regurgitate your rhetoric.
I bet you get off to that, stripping autonomy.
Just tickles your ******. Makes you giddy.

I’d starve myself.
But I would eat a bullet if you had your way.

Without a situation, your just without motivation.
Writing in clear ink,
paralyzed in double think.

There’s nothing to interpret in defiance.
A set, put place, stand, or position.
Dissent should never be conveyed,
unclear, blurry, or in repent!

Opinion shouldn’t be followed by different!
Just stand in on stage, speaking sense!
Those that matter will respect,
others will fall to the aspect...
Look at the caged bird, surrounded by barbed wire.
It's always complaining about this and that and freedom and stuff.
Hey little bird! Aren't you grateful at all?
What would you do in the wild wide, perilous sky?
Can't you see my wingless, spineless vultures?
Don't you see how grateful and praiseful they are?
The little bird does not reply.
It pecks and pecks until the cage turns blood.
To get some blue, it's paying in red.
Dedicated to all the nations and people fighting and shedding their blood for freedom in every corner of the earth
دema Oct 2019
i’ve taught myself
to be silent when
i shouldn’t,
and now i’m not
when i should,

there i go,
obliviously, relentlessly
and uncontrollably making
my voice worthless and worth less.
D'Angelo Jun 2019
Congrats you !
You did it !
You won.
How does it feel ?
You must be proud...
cause you're an *******.

Being the deciding factor was such the priority.
Casualties of war, such a small price for authority.
Here's a message to you, the ******* majority...
"Please shoot, cause I'm shooting back." signed, The Minority.

We're not the victor,
don't give us your spoils.

This ain't no "up rise".
This is the end to the compromise.
In the defense of The Antagonized,
we're not responsible for this divide.

We're not the victor,
don't give us your spoils.

We trusted the secrets.
You were trusted to tell.
We wanted to talk.
You wanted to yell.
We wanted to move on.
You wanted to dwell.
You destroyed our heavens
and created our hells.

We're not the victor,
don't give us your spoils.

We gave you a community.
You and all your unwanted could have lived here.
You had the fairness, the compassion, the love.
We were in your corner,
all of them.
We were unwavering.
You had us in the palm of your hand...
so you crushed us.
So here are the fruits of your labour.
They're not so fresh.
You're left with the flies and the stench!
I hope this taste stains your tongue
and the odor scorches your nostrils.
After all,
you've earned it...

the spoils.
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