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genocide needs to end, you complacent fools… bodies stack like forgotten prayers, ash clings to the tongues of those who dare not speak. your silence— a currency traded for comfort, a choir of apathy humming along to the drone of dying children. how much blood must drown the sand before you call it a flood? how many broken spines, how many mothers screaming into dust before your heart cracks open and spills something real? you sip your lattes, scroll past the headlines, tut-tut at the mess of the world, then click away— like a god who does not answer, like a witness who turned away and called it survival. but history is watching. your name will be written not in gold, but in shadow. the ledger of your soul tallied in the weight of the lives you ignored. wake up. the dead are calling.
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Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC
genocide needs to end, you complacent fools...
Dear Trudeau Dear Canada You Will no Longer Be NORAD We Will No Longer Block Russia Flying Over You You Have No Fields You Have No Military Now You Have No Friends Dear Canadians I'm Blocking 5 Thousand Billion in Drugs Pack Your **** Get Off My Land Take Your **** And Get Off My Bases Canadians Will No Longer Be Able to Use NYSE No Stock Exchange If You Join Mexico to Robb Me I'll End You I'll Send 100k Troops North and South Threaten Me Again ***** I'll **** Your Day Up I'll Cancel The Alaska Pipeline No Gas How You Heat You ****** Up ***** No Friends This is War Starve Me I Hunt You
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 9:10 PM UTC
"Send Troops North an South" By: Z
As I feel asleep After a stressful Coffee feel day I find that I see mushroom clouds in the distance An omen of What is  going on This impending war This impending hatred towards our fellow man This empending genocide This I will not stand for I have has these prophecies Of this Since age 14 Now it 13 years later Or so i still Receive Mushroom clouds in the distance Like evil psychedelic shrooms that Are from hell! What we need is more security More love for each other
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Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 10:22 AM UTC
Mushroom clouds in the distance
Im flying 8 billion drones over your country from Japan heading towards Malaysia. If you shoot 1 down 1 Im holding you and The USA council In contempt of international law war court You flew over me I fly over you Call it what you call it Im spending 80 billion on 8 billion drones with 500 mile extingion plan I believe in you Sorry Im Richer And I spend my money On ***** **** Because This white ***** **** Finna show you State of diplomacy B raider Tipped Extinguish The guilt 1 million dead from 2024 war Ill orange gas a fentybizzle Fenty kreig sleep woke erased Sorry g Im Czar of Prussia an Russia
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Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 8:24 PM UTC
"Dear North Korea" By: Z
For Every Gods Building Destroyed In Isreal 10k will Rott Send in The Troops WALT
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 10:55 PM UTC
"Hamala" By: Z
Oops Whos next Scroll down ***** Touch my Jerusalem? My Women of Knights! Beep Beep... Is it my clock or A Pager 1916 **** Putssy I got you 2 Noone Can Protect Me From Me But You **** 2024 2 Tiny to beef Our soup is diseased I got a ***** on my back Who Shot Trump Twice I seen you today Flying over I prayed Are We All Safe Can you waste time With Reperations Jesus Christ Believe in me For US My 1st 2n an 4th are trashed Which State 1st i just called big homie Won 50 thousand counties Its a lie if i lose we are lied 4 more Biden Youre Evil 2 Republicans Youre using non identification votes Thats 1k difference For each pole Thats false ballots You pre imputive striked a former Presidential Electoral Lock me away Ill call joe rogan Ill call elon musk Ill call jeff bezos Ill call mark zuckerberg Ill call donald trump Ill call my wife Mariah Carey Kings Alive They misbehave lets strike We strike till November 5th If trump lose we fire all employees an shutdown An let them pay for US Or meet what? Thats beyond this coversation Versaii Tears Francz Bye Son We Celebrate 250 years as 1 A whole year party You got hamburgers Harris County Im in G So far they counted I counted two minus 2 Thats not a fair fight Call me later do me like last night Im sore but war is what you want Im building every building Hamburger hill Real brussels Manhattan Space Balloons an beepers Dear space x Dear nasa Im selling space emps An guns
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Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 9:59 PM UTC
"SPACE BALLOONS AN BEEPERS" By: Z
Meisel, Hoene, ****** Alexander, Klobe, Juppe, Henderson, Crow, Albrecht, IDA Maragaretha, Alfedelt, Johannes, Wilhelm, Holzworth...
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Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 9:45 PM UTC
"LINEAGE SOCIETY OF AMERICA" By: Z
A lifetime suffered a lost love be found wearing no mask but lovers wore many each time we crossed roads again. Now a mandatory sinester splinter requiring mask as chip to buy food, is implemented overnight. I was hunted down trashed for years and wished I wore masks for safety. prayed long my enemies be isolated from staining my treasures with distrust. dreamt to be loved regardless of race creed nationality or social status; we all seem faceless prompting equality but, are we just one race? Are we really faceless underneath macabre fear stained masks? Now everyone good and evil tastes a bit of their own enforced medicine on locked down mode eat sleep isolating themselves just like they did me this offeres no justice no relief This pandemic universal malady seeing no class no status our abodes or manssions are prisons prisons for our mind! clipping our last freedom wings we are so tired of wars after wars. Louis Amstrong song "What a Wonderful World" just keeps popping in mind at 6:49 AM George Noory radio show Have we surrendered our freedoms for safety to live life free-less? Do we then deserve any? Isolated years endured has saved me from untimely death where enemies ploted profiting from my demise. I remain aware awake enough to understand there's a cat inside this Pandora's box lid closed up quickly. Governments hording many a secret unreleased but what is the mystery? The value of liberating truth is the price placed on a lie sold to us all for mare peanuts to keep us asleep sheeply masked obeying or else face illness untimely death, distrusting all even ourselves, is the new way of life the big change. Can the world ever trust anything anyone entity government friend family stranger? We aren't cowards nor lack courage we are exausted enough to give up surely temporarily though for the human spirit relentless is resilient outwordly born free like you, like me, like us. ditch the masks accept no chips Let's grab this weird dictatirial change by it's ugly covert horns. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karijinbba 05-11.2020
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
Grab change by it's horns
A lifetime suffered a lost love be found wearing no mask but lovers wore many each time we crossed roads again. Now a mandatory sinester splinter requiring mask as chip to buy food, is implemented overnight. I was hunted down trashed for years and wished I wore masks for safety. prayed long my enemies be isolated from staining my treasures with distrust. dreamt to be loved regardless of race creed nationality or social status; we all seem faceless prompting equality but, are we just one race? Are we really faceless underneath macabre fear stained masks? Now everyone good and evil tastes a bit of their own enforced medicine on locked down mode eat sleep isolating themselves just like they did me this offeres no justice no relief This pandemic universal malady seeing no class no status our abodes or manssions are prisons prisons for our mind! clipping our last freedom wings we are so tired of wars after wars. Louis Amstrong song "What a Wonderful World" just keeps popping in mind at 6:49 AM George Noory radio show Have we surrendered our freedoms for safety to live life free-less? Do we then deserve any? Isolated years endured has saved me from untimely death where enemies ploted profiting from my demise. I remain aware awake enough to understand there's a cat inside this Pandora's box lid closed up quickly. Governments hording many a secret unreleased but what is the mystery? The value of liberating truth is the price placed on a lie sold to us all for mare peanuts to keep us asleep sheeply masked obeying or else face illness untimely death, distrusting all even ourselves, is the new way of life the big change. Can the world ever trust anything anyone entity government friend family stranger? We aren't cowards nor lack courage we are exausted enough to give up surely temporarily though for the human spirit relentless is resilient outwordly born free like you, like me, like us. ditch the masks accept no chips Let's grab this weird dictatirial change by it's ugly covert horns. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karijinbba 05-11.2020
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Not so long from now; You would have conversations that would shake the world. We can't afford to Trump that.
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Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
Read: Because... (II)
GET TO YOUR CANONS!! A solider get's shot, A whole troop gunned down, And then, another, and another, War, what is it good for? Death, The smell of it. Future? Questionable. Why must humans play these games? Why must we watch as another man dies? WW3 possibility or undeniable.
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
"WW3"
Dear Mr. Sunshine, “When will dad be home to sing me a lullaby again?” Those words are stapled to the back of my head every waking day by our daughter whose pouty lips tremble as she kisses your picture then slowly looks up at me, “soon.” What else am I to say when I ask myself the same **** question every day, every night and every year. Then the sirens sing, and we hide under a small table as a group of men search for explosives, gunshots echo through the shack and numb my ears a small girl from across the room coughs up tomato soup and is instantly tossed out onto the cold streets of the October blue Dear Mr. Sunshine, It is now the end of December and instead of snow wrapped around our little town like a blanket there is chilled blue flames that leave children screaming screaming at the fire for taking their family. Dear Mr. Sunshine, It has been months since you wrote back and years since I have seen you. Now it’s March and sky is flooded with silver waste and as I looked up from my balcony the door began to ring, I ran to the door and saw your bright blue face, with your soft pale eyes but your soul wasn’t you your mind had been replaced by the war. And as I opened my ears to speak I saw the knife in your hands and as you whispered “I love you” the light that was you went through the sharp jagged edges and sank into my heart, sunshine took over my lungs and darkness sunk behind my eyes Dear Mr. Sunshine, where are you?
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Dear Mr. Sunshine
“Here’s your morning PSA, Laced with saccharine and anaesthetic, Unfortunately the missiles are on their way, So leave the sick and try not to panic, Ignore the hysteria, and those calling your name, Avert your eyes as the world sets aflame, We apologise for keeping this from you, Secret for all of these years, But please keep in mind, though we’ll aim for your rescue, Death is the least of your fears This will be our last transition, I’m afraid the president must catch his flight, You may wait to hear from us but until then, Goodbye, goodluck and goodnight.” We were the PVC plastic barbie dolls, Waiting to be burned alive, Unlucky enough to live, We woke up to an absence of we, No Nevada left to test in, So I’m a model mannequin, Melt me down, Tick-Tick-Tick, The light was white and empty, Tick-Tick-Tick, My madness steeped in silence Tick-Tick-Tickety, Geiger is telling me to run, Tickety-Tickety-Tickety, But it’s no use now, I threw up on Monday, Tuesday, I choke back fallout, Ignore the bubbles when it hits my skin, On Wednesday, my gums blink bright red, Thursday I know I am all alone because the wind has ceased to blow, And Friday I realise I am not, They came with rubber masks, Silicone, Respirators and coils of filters, We both had big black eyes, But neither of us saw people reflected in them, I counted three, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, One smiles by exhaling clean air, Reaches out a hand across the barren wasteland, Fingers tipped with lead and tells me: “There’s a prize for the last standing.” I am not ionised, So I bruise every time they touch me, These guides through plagues of acid rain, The graveyard of monuments stripped bare by a world of rot, My hair falls out as I breathe dead air, I don’t remember what PSA stands for, I don’t remember my name, I bleed sand and the echo of a failed civilisation, But with heavy breathing and a muffled voice, Gas masks filtering what used to keep me alive, I wonder if there is anything behind those masks at all, I know there is nothing behind mine, None of us are human anymore, And we haven’t been for quite some time, Together, we watch the sky rain black ash.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
Uranium-235
“Here’s your morning PSA, Laced with saccharine and anaesthetic, Unfortunately the missiles are on their way, So leave the sick and try not to panic, Ignore the hysteria, and those calling your name, Avert your eyes as the world sets aflame, We apologise for keeping this from you, Secret for all of these years, But please keep in mind, though we’ll aim for your rescue, Death is the least of your fears This will be our last transition, I’m afraid the president must catch his flight, You may wait to hear from us but until then, Goodbye, goodluck and goodnight.” We were the PVC plastic barbie dolls, Waiting to be burned alive, Unlucky enough to live, We woke up to an absence of we, No Nevada left to test in, So I’m a model mannequin, Melt me down, Tick-Tick-Tick, The light was white and empty, Tick-Tick-Tick, My madness steeped in silence Tick-Tick-Tickety, Geiger is telling me to run, Tickety-Tickety-Tickety, But it’s no use now, I threw up on Monday, Tuesday, I choke back fallout, Ignore the bubbles when it hits my skin, On Wednesday, my gums blink bright red, Thursday I know I am all alone because the wind has ceased to blow, And Friday I realise I am not, They came with rubber masks, Silicone, Respirators and coils of filters, We both had big black eyes, But neither of us saw people reflected in them, I counted three, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, One smiles by exhaling clean air, Reaches out a hand across the barren wasteland, Fingers tipped with lead and tells me: “There’s a prize for the last standing.” I am not ionised, So I bruise every time they touch me, These guides through plagues of acid rain, The graveyard of monuments stripped bare by a world of rot, My hair falls out as I breathe dead air, I don’t remember what PSA stands for, I don’t remember my name, I bleed sand and the echo of a failed civilisation, But with heavy breathing and a muffled voice, Gas masks filtering what used to keep me alive, I wonder if there is anything behind those masks at all, I know there is nothing behind mine, None of us are human anymore, And we haven’t been for quite some time, Together, we watch the sky rain black ash.
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We are never at peace Although thats how it seems And the weight I've been carrying Has finally been lifted off my shoulders But i've kept my walls up and they are closley gaured As I will find my lover And he shall find me But until then I prepare for WWIII
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
WW3