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The eagles will pick on us, my child while we nurture our soil, they will confine us to the unwanted, but you must rise, my child. They will spill our blood and feast, while we weep under the fog of the ceased. Keep your head high my child, before their curse falls upon you, Our skies remain blurred, but never stop clearing them my child for the boiling spilled blood rages among us for their cries were unvoiced. Let the soil worms rise again to the surface, and make their soils fertile again.
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Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
of the worms of the soils
What election has left us over the years, (divisions?) Two and two doesn’t equal four any more in voting booths Pulling the leveler, to cast ones votes doesn’t registered Our candidates have already been chosen. Our way of life is but a passing stain..(Permanent) However, the flag of justice will wave either in mast Or half-staff:
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
Elections and Divisions
Time is water An endless flooding tide Which regulates our lives It has no form No shape Beyond the ones that we give it All are streams in a river Which flows to a sea When oceans dry And weeks and months are gone Time will carry on
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC
Weeks, Months, Days...
there are on earth as in places unknown two types of people: one stands before the camera and the other stands behind; but it is on record that they both must surely die.
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC
Two types of thinking