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#selfrighteousness
the stones are thrown the flock transforms from sheep to wolves to eat their own
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
Judgement
The primary failure of… self-righteousness is that you become your own god; besides fouling true Faith, you’ll never walk in Love, since you’ll be the center of a personal firestorm; you’ll choose to manipulate others for satisfaction or gain; as a human tormentor, you’ll never possess a peace that’s real or everlasting. All attributes of character and humility will dissipate; unable to discover a release from Life’s miseries, you’ll become so isolated, that the numbness of your spirit will unwittingly beckon Death’s realm to be… the solitary fuel of your own destruction.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
Poem: Failures of Self-Righteousness
Sugar is bad for you, especially, saccharine maple thoughts that you cannot afford due to the hazard of overweight ego dense with the aftertaste of adipose fantasies clogging the arterial bonds that tether you to solid ground Stop the caramelized madness from carbohydrating your soul into victim obesity causing the full arrest of your spirit The sweet is guilty, distorted in mirrors, a negative image of a past feeling, present reflection born of the collision of intentions and consequences
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
Hook
Are you still beating your babies? Are you still punching your kid? Are you still calling it discipline; Not the worst thing you ever did? Is it always a case of deserving The punishment you mete out? Where you teach them what is what; Call them disgusting names and shout? Break out the heavy leather belt Go cut me a big switch You kids are ******* me off You’re giving me a big itch. Bend yourself over here Don’t run and make me catch you. Remember this is all your fault. You’re making me do this to you. When you get in the mood to punish Do dress in a special costume? Does it have to take place in a woodshed Or in some special kind of room? Do you double up your fist and hit Or do you have special equipment? Does the physical treatment you hand out Contribute to your fulfillment? Break out the heavy leather belt Go cut me a big switch You kids are ******* me off You’re giving me a big itch. Bend yourself over here Don't run and make me catch you. Remember this is all your fault. You’re making me do this to you. In a world of deserving irony You’d have to wear a disguise So neighbors would know about you And authorities could be made wise. Then someone could call in specialists To give some of what you give And teach you eye-for-an-eye truth About the way you live. Break out the heavy leather belt Go cut me a big switch You kids are ******* me off You’re giving me a big itch. Bend yourself over here Don't run and make me catch you. Remember this is all your fault. You’re making me do this to you.
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
ARE YOU STILL BEATING YOUR BABIES?
Are you still beating your babies? Are you still punching your kid? Are you still calling it discipline; Not the worst thing you ever did? Is it always a case of deserving The punishment you mete out? Where you teach them what is what; Call them disgusting names and shout? Break out the heavy leather belt Go cut me a big switch You kids are ******* me off You’re giving me a big itch. Bend yourself over here Don’t run and make me catch you. Remember this is all your fault. You’re making me do this to you. When you get in the mood to punish Do dress in a special costume? Does it have to take place in a woodshed Or in some special kind of room? Do you double up your fist and hit Or do you have special equipment? Does the physical treatment you hand out Contribute to your fulfillment? Break out the heavy leather belt Go cut me a big switch You kids are ******* me off You’re giving me a big itch. Bend yourself over here Don't run and make me catch you. Remember this is all your fault. You’re making me do this to you. In a world of deserving irony You’d have to wear a disguise So neighbors would know about you And authorities could be made wise. Then someone could call in specialists To give some of what you give And teach you eye-for-an-eye truth About the way you live. Break out the heavy leather belt Go cut me a big switch You kids are ******* me off You’re giving me a big itch. Bend yourself over here Don't run and make me catch you. Remember this is all your fault. You’re making me do this to you.
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