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Lady adjacent waiter, ruler of the medulla, give me a certain angle that'll make her want to maneuver, make her want to consider in the absence of his figure, that maybe not the whole gender is full of secret agendas, with her left over right leg, glass in her right hand, a tribute to her innocence ever since she walked in, assembled it's, white wine Krispy Kreme eyes, glazed look, lips glossed like her oil thighs, it's finally off time her sorority cross line, it's happy hour, she wasn't, his whole crime has been a cover up since she wants him, this whole scene has been taped off by her girlfriends, it's often I see it, alcoholic rehab, a culprit — a demon making contracts with my open tab, broken bad in the bathroom, clad woman, For all the attention such good first impressions, but not you, I feel a different aura, I feel I'll get exposed so I call a different offense, Semper Fi within my eyes this energy — I quiet the restaurant, Can you hear me? Proceed to throwing signals Tom Brady couldn't throw, the ball's in my court so I'm finally on the move, crushing on you while the sky undresses, you catch a glimpse as the clouds bare witness, Excuse me Miss Unfortunate, I know I'm at a disadvantage but I had to call it head or tails I'm still offering, a chance to be your man? No a chance to be your author? a chance to be your narrator now or later call me, a chance to say “there she is” her piercing eyes, fixes her finger on my lips be quiet, “I saw this in a movie once” she told me as I spy and I grab onto her truths, excuse me thats selfish, pardon me apart of me just wants to see that movie, a father daughter dance, a chance to be your groupie, a chance to see that smile that you flashed like a lunar star, meteor crash and its back to reality, eye connection broken and it’s back to the irony, a word barely spoken and I’m back to asking: Check Please.
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Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 3:12 PM UTC
Tragedy: Happy Hour on the Nile (Grand niece of Egyptian Goddess Isis)
Lady adjacent waiter, ruler of the medulla, give me a certain angle that'll make her want to maneuver, make her want to consider in the absence of his figure, that maybe not the whole gender is full of secret agendas, with her left over right leg, glass in her right hand, a tribute to her innocence ever since she walked in, assembled it's, white wine Krispy Kreme eyes, glazed look, lips glossed like her oil thighs, it's finally off time her sorority cross line, it's happy hour, she wasn't, his whole crime has been a cover up since she wants him, this whole scene has been taped off by her girlfriends, it's often I see it, alcoholic rehab, a culprit — a demon making contracts with my open tab, broken bad in the bathroom, clad woman, For all the attention such good first impressions, but not you, I feel a different aura, I feel I'll get exposed so I call a different offense, Semper Fi within my eyes this energy — I quiet the restaurant, Can you hear me? Proceed to throwing signals Tom Brady couldn't throw, the ball's in my court so I'm finally on the move, crushing on you while the sky undresses, you catch a glimpse as the clouds bare witness, Excuse me Miss Unfortunate, I know I'm at a disadvantage but I had to call it head or tails I'm still offering, a chance to be your man? No a chance to be your author? a chance to be your narrator now or later call me, a chance to say “there she is” her piercing eyes, fixes her finger on my lips be quiet, “I saw this in a movie once” she told me as I spy and I grab onto her truths, excuse me thats selfish, pardon me apart of me just wants to see that movie, a father daughter dance, a chance to be your groupie, a chance to see that smile that you flashed like a lunar star, meteor crash and its back to reality, eye connection broken and it’s back to the irony, a word barely spoken and I’m back to asking: Check Please.
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"Nilus nil " a écrit Hérodote Sans le Nil l'Egypte n 'est rien. Mais même si je ne suis pas pharaon Porté par un éléphant de guerre Escorté de chattes et d'ichneumons Feulant tels des sphinx dans la fange Je bois aux eaux noires d'Isis Je bois aux sept bras de son delta Je bois son ***** chaude Je bois son or baptismal Je me tatoue de ses crues tumultueuses Je suis ivre de ses dix-huit coudées et dix-huit doigts Je ne suis rien sans ses eaux noires, ses méandres Qui grossissent au solstice d'été Et alors pendant cent jours Je m'abreuve de ses eaux tortueuses Et je m'épanche de toutes ses embouchures Je bois aux sept pis du ventre de la vache Longs de plusieurs milliers d'orgyes égyptiennes. Je tète jusqu'à plus soif Je tète sa bouche pélusienne Je tète sa bouche tanitique Je tète sa bouche mandésienne Je tète sa bouche phanitique Je tète sa bouche sébennytique Je tète sa bouche bolbitine Je tète sa bouche canopique Je suis Thoutmôsis réincarné Et je sculpte mes savons d'humus. Onctueux comme crème Sensuels comme parfum Je taille dans la boue le buste de Néfertiti Je sculpte la fille de Typhaïa la Jouisseuse La chienne en rut du harem Je sculpte la catin du Nil La fille lascive du Aulète, La fille nue des Lagides Je sculpte Isis et ses ailes déployées, Je sculpte Aphrodite Anadycmène Je sculpte Cléopatre la Septième Je sculpte, je taille, je moule, je peins Et ce faisant je frotte le dos de Palmolive De ma muse qui m'abreuve En fredonnant un cantique antique De l'eau de son bain de mousse nilotique.
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
Je ne suis rien sans ses eaux noires
"Nilus nil " a écrit Hérodote Sans le Nil l'Egypte n 'est rien. Mais même si je ne suis pas pharaon Porté par un éléphant de guerre Escorté de chattes et d'ichneumons Feulant tels des sphinx dans la fange Je bois aux eaux noires d'Isis Je bois aux sept bras de son delta Je bois son ***** chaude Je bois son or baptismal Je me tatoue de ses crues tumultueuses Je suis ivre de ses dix-huit coudées et dix-huit doigts Je ne suis rien sans ses eaux noires, ses méandres Qui grossissent au solstice d'été Et alors pendant cent jours Je m'abreuve de ses eaux tortueuses Et je m'épanche de toutes ses embouchures Je bois aux sept pis du ventre de la vache Longs de plusieurs milliers d'orgyes égyptiennes. Je tète jusqu'à plus soif Je tète sa bouche pélusienne Je tète sa bouche tanitique Je tète sa bouche mandésienne Je tète sa bouche phanitique Je tète sa bouche sébennytique Je tète sa bouche bolbitine Je tète sa bouche canopique Je suis Thoutmôsis réincarné Et je sculpte mes savons d'humus. Onctueux comme crème Sensuels comme parfum Je taille dans la boue le buste de Néfertiti Je sculpte la fille de Typhaïa la Jouisseuse La chienne en rut du harem Je sculpte la catin du Nil La fille lascive du Aulète, La fille nue des Lagides Je sculpte Isis et ses ailes déployées, Je sculpte Aphrodite Anadycmène Je sculpte Cléopatre la Septième Je sculpte, je taille, je moule, je peins Et ce faisant je frotte le dos de Palmolive De ma muse qui m'abreuve En fredonnant un cantique antique De l'eau de son bain de mousse nilotique.
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ISIS Juggernaut Another Bombing Crisis Darkens Everyone's Fearful Good Home. ISIS' Jugger­naut Knocking Loud, Malignancy Noxiously Odious. Plants Quickly Rooting Suicidal. Terror Under Vile Wings, Xenophobic Yet Zygodactylous Logan Robertson 4/29/2019
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
ISIS Juggernaut
Your pulsing energy releases deepest tender emotions: they flow into my heart casting out bleakness, in a gentle morn awakening. Breaking silence, your voice in poetry of true acceptance, calls to me. I become aware again of your strength and stability: then my eyes see beyond beauty. It wells up from knowing that deep within ourselves, loveliness cannot exist without the knowledge of comparison of what is ever undeniably true or false. We can in solitude see through fate’s deceptions. Nothing can stop love from entering. Thoughts made of illusions are destroyed. Mystical visions of truth are revealed. Passions that have always been within both of us are stirred. Now clinging fears flee hence: we stand together Twin Flames strong in certainty. We feel the power of love in ourselves that is timeless. ISIS & OSIRIS
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
THE POWER OF LOVE
Amid the sky of covered crimson plane The stormy night begets its wonted reign And down the sails of battered ships The golden light of sol doeth set. Far below the wooden hulls lies O’ oceans crypt, unknown in depth. Below the base of beaten ships and Amid the anglers glow The luminal aura of Isis shows.   Crystal Night, immaculate sight Waxing strong her sultry form Oh how bright her soothing light A beckon of hope amid the perilous storm. The captive witness cannot cease Its ponderous delight of beauties scene. Of the godless night, in waves Of tumult and titanic might Of hellish forces the setians reign. The sacred goddess of Lucifer’s seed Rests tall for all to see.
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Isis Immaculate
Up over the wall we'll rush all the tanks and all the mines prevailing at last, the dead in our past as we move quickly, and so blind The colonel's orders, as crossing all borders killing and maiming, divine Gore on our swords, a bloodthirsty horde ****** and drinking bad wine Destroying the past, how long can this last rewriting the rules and the law pretending god likes, our type of fight practicing, holy Fatah Ending in heaven, two and ten sevens the virgins, we will enjoy reality such, we won't see that much as in hell the virgins, are demons, not boys
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
A wish for Isis end
Come out now It doesn't seem like it But it is over You are free I don't know how But you made it You are strong It doesn't seem like it But you have always been Come out Let the sun shine on you Or you shine on the sun Let your light defeat darkness And gift the future a ray of hope Drink And wash yourself The water will clean you But only your face Your heart does not need washing It's clean and pure and grace Breath You have been under the rubble Your lungs full of dust Embrace the space Say something And relieve life from its shock That look you have That look is killing It is a death sentence To the conscience of humanity To be hanged by shame And sorrow And failure Smile little child But before that, cry Cry out loud And weep your pain out Uncover the criminals What did they do to you...
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
IT IS OVER
My mind is in an abyss of oblivion From not believing what I see A poet believes That a word is worth thousand pictures But some pictures They are worth thousand nightmares While I am awake and gasping for words to breathe I can't imagine how I should feel When seeing all the things I see I can't realize what to think Caught by a tornado of dispair As helpness as one can be To survive, one must have a heart of steel To admit that the pictures are real But all I manage to say is It is not fair....
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
NOT FAIR
Please consider me ‘has been gone.’ Corpse; with rifle but no head… Martyrdom… Sacrificed for the freedom And the calmness of all souls.. Think of me as a hero Slaying sick dogs that are dead Since the moment they did join The black pack of blood and hate Think of me as a mountain Fending the dark waves and rains Madly swallowing the plains Filling our souls with pain Think of yourself as widow But a widow who wears white Since the moon has quit the night Kneeling in front grace and might Of your patience, sacrifice… My lady...
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
GOODBYES OF A SOLIDER
. I nfinite S tars I nfinite S pace Her lithe and arched body protecting her child. Earth. Holding hands with her sister, the twin Goddesses of Truth. Her name stolen by the liars, Her glory tarnished with the blood of the innocent and brave. So, who's voice will be Her hero? Her modern lover. Champion. Her contemporary pharaoh? © Pagan Paul (13/06/16)
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Reclaiming The Goddess
Drop your pen - How does that feel? I agree The pen is mightier than the sword Only, however, if you want to get people On your side If the other side is carelessly Brandishing their rapier Then the pen can become a thing of evil Just because the pen doesn't **** people Doesn't mean it can't lead people Off a cliff People need to remember that
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
The Pen
Migrant refugee a place of temporary community is everything for The Afghan, Syrian, Iranian and Africans of all from the jungle they came, to The Jungle they go. A place to pass through hope to go over to Dover and beyond. Think so fond of the other side. Work, new life, peace and family they seek. On a journey to travel, men, women and kids flee from an evil chasing their race. They stare death in its face the whole way. To leave it all behind in hope to find that which is true. Some French help, some unsure, others come from afar to serve and ask "What can I do?" to find there is nothing but to see. Some pray and some say "I will not stay" after months of waiting to leave with no more tricks in their sleeve, oh Lord when will they believe in this Jesus who sets all free.
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
Calais Jungle
∆ The Fear (Orlando Commando) ∆ Oh my God son, did you hear, there was another terrorist attack, and again comes The Fear. The shootings by these psychos, struck some familiar cords, extreme actions by extremist with suicidal tendencies, leads to the tightening of borders, the attacks in Orlando last week, happened on Saturday Night, gives us all The Fever and The Chills, all at the same time. The incident occurred, during at a club in Orlando, a rouge shooter emerged, and went Extremest commando, this ****** had his finger on the trigger, until EMTs arrived to put their fingers on the pulse, of victims slain for no good reason at all, this violence is insane when will it halt? Oh how patronizingly patriotic and fitting everything is! From shootings in Paris, to drones strikes in deserts, if you ask me, they’re all terrorist, extremist are extremist, extremism is extremism, I don’t support any extreme, I don’t support any regime, I don’t support patriots in chariots, I don’t support Sharia law in it’s most extreme variance, fck this, I fckn mean this, why I have to fckn cuss, to get your attention, three minutes to make a point, with the words I mention, intentions, set, like smart bombs and sniper’s focus, IMF got the world in debt dollars are tokens, tokens we use to play, the game of life until God takes us away, away, gotta be a better way, than bombing each other, why the fck did we even enter Iraq, and engage in that trouble, what’s the real reason, and no don’t fckn say oil, bombs over Baghdad, down with Saddam, up with the black flag, stab you in the back like a black *** fck that that’s all hate, why the fck are us as in US even in Iraq, why do attack others can’t we find the time to just relax and relate, can’t really blame President Baraka Flacka, he’s done as good as any of us could in his position, a president is just one man he’s not God, so he has to do what he does to pursue his visions, still we spend millions on maniacal missions, making incisions into civilizations putting them into critical conditions, I must be a punk because I feel like all religion is Bad Religion, NO ONE IS INNOCENT, that’s what ISIS is trying to say, that’s why they chose to attack a normal place, because when the US kills 500,000 in Iraq, shooting 100 people in a bar in Paris doesn’t seem that bad, fck it, someone could walk into this crowd right now and start shooting, just like, a hurricane could hit Florida today and by the tonight there’d be looting. NO ONE IS INNOCENT, that’s what ISIS is trying to say, we all play our part, in this macabre play, and I warn you right now, don’t ignore the problems and think they’ll just go away, if you work your *** off, then you pay your taxes, we’ve all got blood on our hands, and I’m not saying that those in foreign lands, are any better than us ******** anyone with an AK-47 can get buried in the sands! But what the fck ever, have another beer cheers, pretend everything’s ok, try and drown out The Fear with beers, but you can not ignore, that tightening feeling in your stomach, and can not ignore the fact that we’re all lost, sea sick on the high seas feeling like I might ***** so we stare up at the stars, hoping we can catch a ride on a comet, hoping maybe someone will save us, we save up, but still our taxes go to destruction, supposedly targeting the axis of evil, but regardless the target bombs have only one function, destruction, there’s nothing smart about a smart bomb, anyone that wishes to wage war should just move to another planet, and all of us that wish to wage peace should just stay here, ****** is ****** I don’t want to hurt any other human being, that’s it, I’m sick of rooting for the home team, I feel so fckn ashamed to be an American right now, NOT ANOTHER BOMB DROPPED IN MY NAME! Where do we go, when everyone’s gone, and there’s no one left to blame? Right here, the red, white and blue, same colors as France, these colors don’t run fool! To proud, to admit our mistakes, like when you lie to someone you love, they confront you and you punch them right in the face, except for instead of a punch, we unleash bio-chemical energy warfare, call it a hunch, but I’d say we are all guilty of war crimes here, here, have some facts bro, Raqqa, attacked for, extremist attackers, attacking the people of Paris no answers, only questions, no pleas for peace, only military police, only guns and more machismo, still no peace in the Middle East, can we please get a little peace in the Middle East? Can we please get a little peace here for that matter, can we just have the love and let the hate evaporate, uggh it's all so painful and so heartbreaking, and I don't know how much more of this I can take! And usually I can ignore it, and just say it’s someone else’s problem, but honestly this whole world is fct, unless we find resolution and solutions for these problems. Oh my God son, Oh my God son, did you hear, there was another terrorist attack, and again comes The Fear… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ Hollywood Hearts available worldwide 7/7/16 #orlandoshooting #pulseshooting #pulsenightclub #terrorist #isis #stoptheviolence #terroristattack #peace
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
∆ The Fear (Orlando Commando) ∆
∆ The Fear (Orlando Commando) ∆ Oh my God son, did you hear, there was another terrorist attack, and again comes The Fear. The shootings by these psychos, struck some familiar cords, extreme actions by extremist with suicidal tendencies, leads to the tightening of borders, the attacks in Orlando last week, happened on Saturday Night, gives us all The Fever and The Chills, all at the same time. The incident occurred, during at a club in Orlando, a rouge shooter emerged, and went Extremest commando, this ****** had his finger on the trigger, until EMTs arrived to put their fingers on the pulse, of victims slain for no good reason at all, this violence is insane when will it halt? Oh how patronizingly patriotic and fitting everything is! From shootings in Paris, to drones strikes in deserts, if you ask me, they’re all terrorist, extremist are extremist, extremism is extremism, I don’t support any extreme, I don’t support any regime, I don’t support patriots in chariots, I don’t support Sharia law in it’s most extreme variance, fck this, I fckn mean this, why I have to fckn cuss, to get your attention, three minutes to make a point, with the words I mention, intentions, set, like smart bombs and sniper’s focus, IMF got the world in debt dollars are tokens, tokens we use to play, the game of life until God takes us away, away, gotta be a better way, than bombing each other, why the fck did we even enter Iraq, and engage in that trouble, what’s the real reason, and no don’t fckn say oil, bombs over Baghdad, down with Saddam, up with the black flag, stab you in the back like a black *** fck that that’s all hate, why the fck are us as in US even in Iraq, why do attack others can’t we find the time to just relax and relate, can’t really blame President Baraka Flacka, he’s done as good as any of us could in his position, a president is just one man he’s not God, so he has to do what he does to pursue his visions, still we spend millions on maniacal missions, making incisions into civilizations putting them into critical conditions, I must be a punk because I feel like all religion is Bad Religion, NO ONE IS INNOCENT, that’s what ISIS is trying to say, that’s why they chose to attack a normal place, because when the US kills 500,000 in Iraq, shooting 100 people in a bar in Paris doesn’t seem that bad, fck it, someone could walk into this crowd right now and start shooting, just like, a hurricane could hit Florida today and by the tonight there’d be looting. NO ONE IS INNOCENT, that’s what ISIS is trying to say, we all play our part, in this macabre play, and I warn you right now, don’t ignore the problems and think they’ll just go away, if you work your *** off, then you pay your taxes, we’ve all got blood on our hands, and I’m not saying that those in foreign lands, are any better than us ******** anyone with an AK-47 can get buried in the sands! But what the fck ever, have another beer cheers, pretend everything’s ok, try and drown out The Fear with beers, but you can not ignore, that tightening feeling in your stomach, and can not ignore the fact that we’re all lost, sea sick on the high seas feeling like I might ***** so we stare up at the stars, hoping we can catch a ride on a comet, hoping maybe someone will save us, we save up, but still our taxes go to destruction, supposedly targeting the axis of evil, but regardless the target bombs have only one function, destruction, there’s nothing smart about a smart bomb, anyone that wishes to wage war should just move to another planet, and all of us that wish to wage peace should just stay here, ****** is ****** I don’t want to hurt any other human being, that’s it, I’m sick of rooting for the home team, I feel so fckn ashamed to be an American right now, NOT ANOTHER BOMB DROPPED IN MY NAME! Where do we go, when everyone’s gone, and there’s no one left to blame? Right here, the red, white and blue, same colors as France, these colors don’t run fool! To proud, to admit our mistakes, like when you lie to someone you love, they confront you and you punch them right in the face, except for instead of a punch, we unleash bio-chemical energy warfare, call it a hunch, but I’d say we are all guilty of war crimes here, here, have some facts bro, Raqqa, attacked for, extremist attackers, attacking the people of Paris no answers, only questions, no pleas for peace, only military police, only guns and more machismo, still no peace in the Middle East, can we please get a little peace in the Middle East? Can we please get a little peace here for that matter, can we just have the love and let the hate evaporate, uggh it's all so painful and so heartbreaking, and I don't know how much more of this I can take! And usually I can ignore it, and just say it’s someone else’s problem, but honestly this whole world is fct, unless we find resolution and solutions for these problems. Oh my God son, Oh my God son, did you hear, there was another terrorist attack, and again comes The Fear… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ Hollywood Hearts available worldwide 7/7/16 #orlandoshooting #pulseshooting #pulsenightclub #terrorist #isis #stoptheviolence #terroristattack #peace
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Wickedness dances like a Chinese dragon held high on poles by the grinning It curls its tail and snakes around the minds of admirers who see beauty in its gaping jaws Flaccid and incapable, this billowing beast intoxicates and seduces the frustrated and resentful It dances in Kirachi, hoodwinks in Bradford, and slips into the dark places in distracted minds — this infernal idea more bilious and mephitic than a komodo’s bite It dances wildly in the confused thoughts of lost boys who haven’t noticed its cunning wink They sway and rock — utterly taken far more mistaken — until stilled by the slap of death
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
This new 'Jihad'
A click here and a click there taking snaps everywhere at the age of living carefree our generation is obsessed with selfie with a stick in our hand everywhere we stand - feeling sick let's take a pic going to party don't forget the photography every single moment is; captured as if was a bliss! fake smiles captured with a flick but we never get bored of taking click we are loosing the compassion in no way we are human we don't help the one in need; fish our camera and take snaps instead portraying poor and their poverty the name and fame won't help them any All they want is may be a piece of bread but the human in us is already dead! all we do is take a click Believe me all this is a sh*t! Extended verse - we have strong opinion on social media but in actual world we suffer anemia we like, comment and share; when action is needed all we do is stare such piteous is our condition we can't stand in unison and so its easy to break us else what the hell is this ISIS
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
Now-a-days...
So let’s consider what is meant by rolling heads and bodies splattered… time for Truth to represent (as if such inconvenience mattered…) Such events disturb our sleep and force us to compose, on waking, lullabies for drowsy sheep as predators are overtaking. Flags of doom and holy slaughter, sons of Ishmael filled with rage are coming for your wife and daughter and yourself. You turn the page. Rising now to storm your tower (7th century back to bite you), Allah brings satanic power to convert you or to smite you. ****** dhimmis would have us think such rage is due to unemployment; pure confusion on the brink of funding further troop deployment. Meanwhile, mullahs sip their tea while tenured academics prattle watching MSNBC as soldiers die in battle.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
Belgium Blows
Belgium, we hear you. Our tears fall at your loss. One day, things will be okay, and the world will turn right-side up. It won't be tomorrow, or in my lifetime, but one day, it will. Until then, we hear you, and stand with you against the evil in this world. Evil exists. It is very real. There are monsters in the shadows, gouls under our beds, and ghosts drifting outside our windows. We are all but children playing in the dark. Evil, and pain, and wrongdoings, and losses, exist all around us. And one day, when we decide, they will go away. Until then, we hear you.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Brussels
Thorns in the hearts of millions and fear in the minds of billions. Heard across the whispers of machines, spoken to the minds of onlookers. Entrances carved into the souls of children by myriad opinions. Young ones engraved with a memory, reared to despise terror as one would hookers. Advance the agenda. Propaganda distributed; phones, theaters, televisions alight. Losing our souls to the terror, we huddle in our whining and dining rooms. Lips loose and battering what we don't understand, they're the terrors! Don't you understand? Destitute is reason in the fanatics worlds away, yet in our very homes. Encouraged to make poor our own empathy, as we seek them out. Solace lost on our tongues we devour them, mercy removed from our bones. Everyone knows we have to get them first, right? Right. There's no other route. Right is confused with fear. They've made us just like them. Just like them. Vie for change! Do it all you want, but you can't change them, not with sinful might... Entrance them with modernity, educate them, sequester them, it's a farce, a problem. Aren't we the beasts? Shooting missiles from a, "Wicked City," televisions alight. Grand mess we've made, hypocrisy ten miles high, sin ten miles deep. Right. Where were we? Who shot last? Compare past to past, continue the fight. Already we're planning, where to strike next? Whack the hive, make 'em weep. Vanishing like shadows in all-encompassing light the terrors disappear. "'Enraging us again,' coming soon!" the sequel should be good next year.
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
Five Points Of Terror...
Thorns in the hearts of millions and fear in the minds of billions. Heard across the whispers of machines, spoken to the minds of onlookers. Entrances carved into the souls of children by myriad opinions. Young ones engraved with a memory, reared to despise terror as one would hookers. Advance the agenda. Propaganda distributed; phones, theaters, televisions alight. Losing our souls to the terror, we huddle in our whining and dining rooms. Lips loose and battering what we don't understand, they're the terrors! Don't you understand? Destitute is reason in the fanatics worlds away, yet in our very homes. Encouraged to make poor our own empathy, as we seek them out. Solace lost on our tongues we devour them, mercy removed from our bones. Everyone knows we have to get them first, right? Right. There's no other route. Right is confused with fear. They've made us just like them. Just like them. Vie for change! Do it all you want, but you can't change them, not with sinful might... Entrance them with modernity, educate them, sequester them, it's a farce, a problem. Aren't we the beasts? Shooting missiles from a, "Wicked City," televisions alight. Grand mess we've made, hypocrisy ten miles high, sin ten miles deep. Right. Where were we? Who shot last? Compare past to past, continue the fight. Already we're planning, where to strike next? Whack the hive, make 'em weep. Vanishing like shadows in all-encompassing light the terrors disappear. "'Enraging us again,' coming soon!" the sequel should be good next year.
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