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#benevolent
Listen... If this goes down like the Christians are sayin'... Ain't no one getting in and god knows it That ash hole loves it He's super into punishment That and judgment Those two seem to be his favorite Bringing true enjoyment So arrogant he wrote it down, A confession in print It's obvious no pastor is oblivious, There's just a willingness, A complete lack of acknowledgment They preach benevolent All I read is maleficent All I see is a battlefront A holy deficit How he treats his creation, Love and compassion destructively absent It's an embarrassment Secondhand, none from firsthand involvement Unless you think abandonment is an accomplishment Or fraudulent is some kind of complement Yeah, I've read it I wouldn't have taken it public It's a narcissistic story of sin and atonement Punished for the failure of a first experiment Because one decided to be disobedient Now ungodly pain will accompany pregnancy, Fuuck the pregnant Punishment doesn't fit the crime, But don't question it That's how it had to be, But I don't understand that argument Does the almighty have a limit? They say no, There's nothing he can't do So, This is exactly how he CHOSE to do it And when it comes right down to it, If this shiit I hear is legit, Let's see if he can feel regret Will we Get any Apology For this kind of "heaven sent" treatment Force it to admit to all of it Even if it takes an eternity, I'll have all of eternity to do it ©2024
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Mar 16, 2024
Mar 16, 2024 at 6:36 PM UTC
~•§•~ Crimeless Punishment ~•§•~
I plant seeds of hope into my cranium that ill be laid out in the meditterian sea with the water hugging me I plant seeds of hope into my cranium that my heart is gold and titanium and that I will never again know the lows that I've known instead, I can just float float away swim away to a better place one not plagued with flawed structures one not filled with hungry vultures always looking for their next **** their next meal but maybe it's just our culture, to **** maybe these seeds of hope will save me from this desolate land grant me a benevolent man so I plant my seeds again
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 11:19 AM UTC
seeds of hope
He wore benevolence She wore a black dress His smile met her frown And he wiped away her tears
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Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 4:41 AM UTC
He Wore Benevolence
Lavished lady how brilliantly obnoxious you are. I admire how you tower over even the most merciless of men. Look how she floats, you’d mistake her for a benevolent. She can and does do everything. I can only stand here and hope you suffocate on your own ego.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
Green
G-O-D should stand for Great Omnipotent Dude. When we are born again, we are renewed. Great Omnipotent Dude is what God is and what he'll always be. He is benevolent and noble and he means everything to me. We should thank God for every day that we live. It will please him if you're caring and love to give. Our prayers are something that God doesn't ignore. Great Omnipotent Duse is what G-O-D should stand for.
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
Great Omnipotent Dude
I’ll rev you like a Porsche Pressurize the clutch then ease on the equipped brake enrolling the steering wheel On the highway as we sing Tuning choruses eccentrically apply the mascara and smile put my flock on, swing like Bowie Craze up in seismic grooves Shift to a self expression culture be so extreme that you glitter I’ll desire your ambiguousness Unarguably, I’ll hold your hand An evolved zeitgeist in revolution squeeze their prejudiced little heads replicate, experiment your persona
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Benevolent Oppressor
You came to me when you were blue I feared that awful dreaded hue You told me to let go of you But this one task I could not do We left apart, our separate ways I then had longed for better days I held my heart through all the fray Still bleeding dry in its decay You held the key to fill me up Pour all the love back in this cup To sew the hole and seal it shut And make me feel to not give up I have you now and you have me Oh how happy we can be! From dusk to dawn, I hope you see How much this heart is filled with glee The future is so far away So please do stay for better days
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
longing
Broken miscommunication, building on our frustrations, with the strangers that we live with. Fabrics of our families fraying, our history, we love erasing, anything to break the natural bond. We don't want to be alone, but we don't want to share the world, so instead we live in darkness. I live for the people I meet, my neighbors aren't strangers to me, why close the blinds when you can let in the light? The world we know lives in the dark, hoping to avoid that benevolent spark, that's why I'm here holding the torch.
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Benevolent Spark
Hanging turtles and Netted birds of amenity Dangle from her Left hip like jewels ‘neath a, “Ming,” ear as she traverses Mountains beholden kitchens And one more rise come setting splendor. Supper may be atop the right, pelvis, But opposite and left, Rests the flask, bitter in chase of sanity. I’m sure the scant pebble Rattling in between Her stomach and sorrow Was nothing more than A desperate thirst opposed the Blister born benevolence, Thirst opposed execution And a coin converted spirit opposed, “Xie xie,” (thank you), a platitude, As heads clip pavement, Blood pales a gutter, Or soon-to-be feast’s final throes, A bleeding and breeding for other, Leading jitter-beholden mice to flee, For they may be next So future’s victuals arrive Unhindered. All and assumptive, assistance and rendered, She walks away with only this – Everyone’s emaciated And the butcher on the street is still a butcher, A peddler, a savior, and butcher again; A source, be it left, right or wrong, In need of a drink, as we all are, With only the means, “take me to the sip,” And by dollar come pocket born you.
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Pigeon Hip
She paves the path Of dynasties carved With buckets of sludge upon back; Bent, not unlike her mother’s limb, But under shinier red flags, Cloth coated, with lesser blood. She’d had a hint of gray She’d not had last time, She had a newer limp She’d not had last time, Her ***** furthered from firm, Reaching for the ground, a promise, In years to be wed with, And yet the underneath Of it all remained as radiant As any sun’d ever been; And come the cloudy day she leaves, Even mine own eye Will remain far from dry As I’d remember freshly cured bacon, And her tender chopsticks offering life; She’d saved me once, she’d save me again.
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Bacon, Breathe, and Benevolent
Oh benevolent One, One who loves us as all over the World People Suffer. *Today in Uganda women who show any signs of being gay are repeatedly ***** by soldiers* Is that Love? Lord you omnipotent force... A force which sits by as wars destroy People and Places Up to this day 162,400 innocent people have died in the Syrian Uprising Is that what you do with Power? Mighty omnipresent God, A God which sips on wine in heaven, While children die due to lack of water... 4000 children die every day, because they simply don’t have access to an adequate supply of clean water How can you just Watch? So All Mighty One, You are no God in my eyes. If there is a heaven, I'd rather rot in hell, Than look that God in the eye...
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
God...What God?