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I was running down, This sloppy hill, at dawn. Where trees were inverted, Leaves and roots—upside,down A scorch I felt, Under nature's belt. Flames of sloppy rage, Transpire with the corrupt age. The scorch, now gone, A wound, on me, lone. Lone I was running down, Wearing the dusty, broken crown.
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
Corrupted Hill
Like A Book See how the Fake God and his Wallflower Sit next to one another at the work’s Xmas party We all know what comes next later after food And plenty to drink they honour the tradition ******** till they can’t ***** no more She likes empowered managers and he likes her She said to a rep it was his first time joining them all Yes as he picks the rival account but it’s Xmas And he wanted to take notes and document All what goes on for posterity and all that Managers and the gals they attract It’s all scripted and never changes The rep knows the *** will be good And equally scripted almost like a story That he wrote long ago guy and gal Fake God and Wallflower going at it You know how it is just like a book Always the same year in year out As in Bangkok as in Manila
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Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:47 AM UTC
Like A Book
Extremists tend to regard themselves through a prism, one of their own making, faking exceptional, answerable only to their own scope for irrational through which they see crystal clear and consequently do not require the inconvenience of relational, the distraction of negotiational, or those blind to their unique brand of remarkable. And occasionally, sadly, they can sufficiently fake credible to become President (which is not the same as presidential).
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Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 9:15 AM UTC
Presidential
What's the difference between man and woman? When all there is---mistakes and clichéd mottos We failed to fully respect each other, and just disguised ourselves as gods instead of being human
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
Gulosity
So here we are again The land of suffering PALESTINE PALESTINE And we softly whisper PALESTINE PALESTINE be Free PALESTINE is forever in my heart Beating with me and We pray for you every day I even lit a candle today So try to be strong and please hang on Help is on its way so try to Smile today but there's no happiness Or joy in PALESTINE today It's just an other PALESTINIAN women ***** today but the world can truly See this evil including me And Lord Jesus Christ never Forgets the suffering but Palestine is not free And PALESTINE can never free Without there freedom in life And I promise you all I'll love and pray for Every Palestinian who's Suffering every day.
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 11:23 AM UTC
The Holocaust Of The PALESTINIANS
none of you are strong or independent how many do you rely on for your food? your gas? electric, and the roof overhead? this is a fixed system a racetrack where all the horses are doped all i can say is, stop running
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Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 10:05 PM UTC
Horses On The Range
What made me an atheist!! I get the question a lot!! And my reply isn't for the faint-hearted Giving back in return what the the priest gave me but in return. Over the alter, all you heard from his lips where profanities!!! Oh Jesus, goddam it!! holy mother of god!! He took the bread and his **** drank the wine... And I thought if a man of the cloth could say the lord's name in vain so much how could there be a lord if he was blasphemous to such a degree... I left him tied to the alter, a cross down his throat... swallowing his faith, but his god couldn't save him... I did the sign of the **** you as I left....
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Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
What Made Me An Atheist
Sorry said the merry man, adjacent on his way, I've gone and ticked you off while I've been out tramping today And in my careless frolic I seem to have stole your heart What brutal lust you blow towards me, gushing like a **** But I'm not la-da-dee-da-dee, a manly bearded sprite Jingle though my stirrups do like dormice held too tight I'm a serious enterprise, a man deeply invested In stacking stocks and picking prices, if you're interested? She danced reluctantly to him, unnatured to the rhythm But with a wink she start'd to slink and jim-jam along with him The two then picked their sandals up and shuffled down the street And drank and laughed amerrily at all they chanced to meet To the bank they wandered, legislating they did go In government, in finance, in high station to and fro Each day they yawned and gargled on a fresh new tonic smell And went on down the street to make a fresh mismanaged hell Soon agiggling and adultering they fell down in a mess Holes and tears ashaming his and her once modest dress There they lay and blocked the road till bobby picked them up And once they'd laughed their fill of him they bribed the greasy pup He took them to the city square and let them borrow his hat They gave out fines and sentences for being thin or fat They stood on boxes, had ideas for rent for half a pence And sat gracefully cross-eyed on the splintering picket fence Then donned a mitre, did a dance, their pageantry displayed, They became gods, just for a laugh, the vicarage dismayed When down from heaven lightning bolts, shot with a holy hum Came buzzing like a hornets' nest and shocked them on the *** A **** of smoke, a whiff of cheese, the townsfolk breathed release Gone at last those terrors past, they could return to peace Then up from high a saintly sigh two angels billowed down Golden halos greasy and no pants beneath their gown The townsfolk wept and cried aloud, their stomachs plopped and churned To see the pair of villains there, so gracefully returned Blessed be the kingmakers the two of them agreed Until next weekend, Duw my dear, and until then, God's speed.
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Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
God's Speed
Sorry said the merry man, adjacent on his way, I've gone and ticked you off while I've been out tramping today And in my careless frolic I seem to have stole your heart What brutal lust you blow towards me, gushing like a **** But I'm not la-da-dee-da-dee, a manly bearded sprite Jingle though my stirrups do like dormice held too tight I'm a serious enterprise, a man deeply invested In stacking stocks and picking prices, if you're interested? She danced reluctantly to him, unnatured to the rhythm But with a wink she start'd to slink and jim-jam along with him The two then picked their sandals up and shuffled down the street And drank and laughed amerrily at all they chanced to meet To the bank they wandered, legislating they did go In government, in finance, in high station to and fro Each day they yawned and gargled on a fresh new tonic smell And went on down the street to make a fresh mismanaged hell Soon agiggling and adultering they fell down in a mess Holes and tears ashaming his and her once modest dress There they lay and blocked the road till bobby picked them up And once they'd laughed their fill of him they bribed the greasy pup He took them to the city square and let them borrow his hat They gave out fines and sentences for being thin or fat They stood on boxes, had ideas for rent for half a pence And sat gracefully cross-eyed on the splintering picket fence Then donned a mitre, did a dance, their pageantry displayed, They became gods, just for a laugh, the vicarage dismayed When down from heaven lightning bolts, shot with a holy hum Came buzzing like a hornets' nest and shocked them on the *** A **** of smoke, a whiff of cheese, the townsfolk breathed release Gone at last those terrors past, they could return to peace Then up from high a saintly sigh two angels billowed down Golden halos greasy and no pants beneath their gown The townsfolk wept and cried aloud, their stomachs plopped and churned To see the pair of villains there, so gracefully returned Blessed be the kingmakers the two of them agreed Until next weekend, Duw my dear, and until then, God's speed.
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The victors go down to the gallows, There they go, wallowing in their victory, Victory of hollow redemption. They won the victory, The victory to the gallows. And there they go to the gallows As they swoop and stoop The gallows is there, There to gain them. They can gallop no more, The mire has come to their necks, They chose this route Now they cry and gnash But there, there is no way back Because they were the choosers The choosers of death And death has chosen them.
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
The victory to the gallows
Before giving in to a world that is corrupt, betraying my ideals and selling my morality I'd rather fight to keep them protected while I take one step closer to the end every day. I'm not gonna survive by selling myself out.
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Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
Not gonna survive
Its amazing how we pass time Cocooned In our own beings so that Nothing Matters more than the next Minute And the freckles on our hands Possess More pull than magnetic Ends Of planets spinning with hushed Breaths Which may soon gasp the cursed Smog Of our corrupted souls
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
How we pass time
It robs us of our dignity pilfers our humanity and steals us away to make love with greed nothing is spared on its warpath there is no consideration for the collateral because the promise of something that will serve the continuation of corruption matters more than the lives it will crush Esther Krenzin
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
power
I desire to log the lessons I have retained from the memories I do not wish to keep. Only then, am I able to erase the corrupt files I am forced to store in the depths of my strained mind.
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Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 8:09 AM UTC
Memory Eraser Machine
My hands are cold, They're shaking, so violently, This land is old, We're breaking it real quietly, So I asked, "what is the reason?", Ah, **** they're calling this treason.
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
Fahrenheit
deep concentration amazes the corrupt intellect secrets lay in waiting as the mind deciphers the message why do the senses allow corruption to succeed the age-old dilemma is, well, age-old.... Brian Hill - 2020 # 160
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Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 9:19 AM UTC
Corrupt Mind
Don't cry little girl it'll ruin your makeup  Fake it like we've taught you and smile with pride Pretend you're happy every morning you wakeup  And don't you dare let them see that youre dying inside Swipe the brush across the face and wipe away the tears Paint your eyes, glue fake lashes and color your smile red You've been here all this time what's a few more years And whatever you do don't let them know that you wish that you were dead Wax repeat wax repeat  It keeps growing back Dye your hair Paint your lashes Til your tears run black Drink this, don't eat that  Smile pretty, **** in your gut Go workout, you're getting fat  And make sure to tighten that **** Face mask, manicure Bikini wax, pedicure Fake tan, hair spray Just do what we say Follow the steps  Its an easy guide We tell you how to look As you die inside  But at least your corpse is beautiful
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC
Beautiful Corpse
We are godless and yet more moral than those who                                cherry pick.                     And yet never able to swallow the                          pip.
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
Hard To Swallow 20w
When the voice of a seventeen year old girl holds more wisdom, sanity and truth than those who lead us. When our leaders trade a prophet for a profit. When there is easy money to be made from recovery rather than investment in change for the longer term. When billionaires with vested interests set the policy. Devastation and disaster, death and starvation have no political bias. When will you add your voice and when will it be too late for you? When eyes and ears give rise to voices that call out in fear for our very world will your apathy hold true? Close your eyes. Close your ears. But even so your house will not be immune.
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Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
Apathy
A world made by deceit; Tricksters running wild and free, Virtue, a fleeting thought.
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
Corruption
I'm surrounded by madness It circles around my heart Corrupting it with blackness There is no restart The world crumbles The ground beneath rumbles The world has fallen I am all in My eyes reopen And I realize There is nothing hiding behind this guise It's time for the door to open The darkness inside Is calling for vengeance It's time they all died It's time I come back with a vengeance It is done I became the one It's time I disappear Yet we're all a little mad down here
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
Madness
Greed has a way of corrupting It can be disrupting Greed drives some mad And others to do bad Greed weaves its way Deep into your heart Until one day You fall apart Some say money Can buy happiness I find that quite funny Because for many it leads to unhappiness People throw their relationships away Just to get more gold Your life has no replay So why waste time on gold before you're old Money is useless It does nothing but harm It condemned Judas Much to his alarm Love of money goes nowhere It only leads to dark paths Where you can hardly breathe air And are thrown onto rafts Greed has a way of corrupting It can be disrupting Greed drives some mad And others to do bad And many to be sad And none to be truly glad
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
Greed
every moment passing by sitting in this chair of lies waiting for the truth, what happened to our fragile youth? thrown away by little lies no one there to cover our eyes the fragments of our little minds destroyed by those diseased with pride destroyed by those who objectified whatever happened to our little minds?
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
little minds