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#stoning
It’s a revolt. A revolution. And in the name of God, they are building schools, Delivering doctors, door to door. They are conveying the message that people care, And that no one is forgotten, But, Cameras are not allowed in some places. People hoist burning American Flags which melt and, Scar children with big brown eyes. Women will not talk about this; Allah is a man in uniform.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
They will stone you in God's name
Trapped in a cavernous haze A blazing inferno which burns on for days Relentless, eternal Incendiary waves And you stand no chance of escape Death by Stoning! Buried in Smoke and Rock Never Knowing Where it all went wrong Dwelling in a hellish abyss Looking for the way you came in But you're lost as your cause And time gives no pause To those barricaded within Death by Stoning Apocalyptic Revelation All is Burning Succumb to Smoke Inhalation When the world is on fire And the flames are only growing higher Then try to ride the dragons thunder And let it drag you under Dying an ethereal death Laughing at the chaos And mayhem you left Taking that final breath Say Goodbye to suffering with one final step Death by Stoning Apocalyptic Revelation All is Burning Succumb to Smoke Inhalation
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
Succumb to Smoke Inhalation
. . Like a wounded animal She shouted in pain . Were her instinct a crime? She wondered, Or had she gone insane . With eyes of guilt and shame They gathered upon her Once again, . Rivers of blood flowing In-between her ******* Through her brain . Their stones did not hurt as much As for the one, she prayed for Deep in her heart Was not there to explain .
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
Dreaded Instincts
Reviles gnaw on her somber thoughts as she hangs between beige curtains tightly thick around her neck absorbing lachrymal crystals under her eyes Her many faces retreat—implode under pressure—like glass borne on a cliff As for her, herself, come forth many holding stones—boulders to her— ready to strike this candle; intimidated by fire, she melts And as the flames are roused watch her re-harden: an exquisite tragedy
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
A Worrisome Dame