#politicalcorrectness - Hello Poetry

~ *Salvation comes with a price-- Pried open doors, choir songs of fingerdust resurrecting goldrush, and a pretty little cromulent called whitewash. New century martyrs have risen up to burn books, and quotes, and tongues, and every contrariwise thought, --is this intuition or inquisition? What ascends is trapped within tenebrific clouds, returning to barren ground when it rains unholy prayers. They don't crusade for you or me. They contest for dominion and mastery. Those who believe are mooncalf. This torchlight of intolerance sends out skyrockets, and away it goes! trending on your homepage: Past generations burning at the stake, at the hands of sinners clothed as saints, in cathedral oblivion, dismembering their future in the blood of their own children. Amen?* ~

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Mar 25, 2021

Mar 25, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

auto-da-fé (act of faith)

~ *Salvation comes with a price-- Pried open doors, choir songs of fingerdust resurrecting goldrush, and a pretty little cromulent called whitewash. New century martyrs have risen up to burn books, and quotes, and tongues, and every contrariwise thought, --is this intuition or inquisition? What ascends is trapped within tenebrific clouds, returning to barren ground when it rains unholy prayers. They don't crusade for you or me. They contest for dominion and mastery. Those who believe are mooncalf. This torchlight of intolerance sends out skyrockets, and away it goes! trending on your homepage: Past generations burning at the stake, at the hands of sinners clothed as saints, in cathedral oblivion, dismembering their future in the blood of their own children. Amen?* ~

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swear a lot yell with the loudest voice take control of the media make very loud and convincing claims that everyone is a racist, bigoted, hatemonger dodge every question that has a "yes or no" answer congrats you just won the votes of the ignorant idiots of America.

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Sep 12, 2014

Sep 12, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC

kate-lyn

if you want to make a point

swear a lot yell with the loudest voice take control of the media make very loud and convincing claims that everyone is a racist, bigoted, hatemonger dodge every question that has a "yes or no" answer congrats you just won the votes of the ignorant idiots of America.

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I’m in the same place as all of yous, but I’m absent minded and got misanthropic contempt, like anthropomorphic deer by the highway watching Cadillac surgery. But deep cardiac compassion, all you idiots are inside of me, lashing out with lively love. Scorns used to scar, but now I smile. **** the struggle you’re on, and put your shoes on the final platform. It’s not truth mama, it’s death. Have you tried it? Me either, we’re both among breathers. Now, tell me about your facts in expressions unconditioned by human history. Tell me about those bats on your shoulders that babble obscenities like Black Beard’s parrot, named ****** He speaks not of this century, so his ***** are now children’s songs, sung around plastic bonfires, trying to roast electrical socket covers. To no avail. Born human mightiest Socially slighted and far-sighted Let’s bash through hierarchy I said bash you P.C. crusader cold as a computer slaughtering the people’s good language in the name of removing something savage instead of asserting a new image A true sign of the artist but I’m no artist

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Dec 15, 2013

Dec 15, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC

kageysage

Curses

I’m in the same place as all of yous, but I’m absent minded and got misanthropic contempt, like anthropomorphic deer by the highway watching Cadillac surgery. But deep cardiac compassion, all you idiots are inside of me, lashing out with lively love. Scorns used to scar, but now I smile. **** the struggle you’re on, and put your shoes on the final platform. It’s not truth mama, it’s death. Have you tried it? Me either, we’re both among breathers. Now, tell me about your facts in expressions unconditioned by human history. Tell me about those bats on your shoulders that babble obscenities like Black Beard’s parrot, named ****** He speaks not of this century, so his ***** are now children’s songs, sung around plastic bonfires, trying to roast electrical socket covers. To no avail. Born human mightiest Socially slighted and far-sighted Let’s bash through hierarchy I said bash you P.C. crusader cold as a computer slaughtering the people’s good language in the name of removing something savage instead of asserting a new image A true sign of the artist but I’m no artist

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