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A blasphemous ******* as the dwelling beast salivates in its hollow. The glaring screen in the darkness is its only light. Years upon years it has followed the same sick fantasies. Self loathing and sickening it has reached the paramount of the low. Trawling the deep dark corners of the web to find his fix. Like a ****** addict it has delusions of needing his fraudulent fetish. A tiny drop of drewl collides with the derelict ground. It flows onto the pile of stale hardened tissues used to dispose of the beasts ****** off spray. A trundle to the local park to put a spring in its step. Watching the adolescents thinking corrupt thoughts. Child bearers stab the beast with scared stares of disgust. Attention is being drawn towards the hairy obese miscreant. Ripped shorts to expose the genitalia of the malevolent monster. A father approaches, intentions of confrontation are obvious. The monstrous **** runs to the road, unaware of the approaching speeding bus. It is drawn under the wheel crushed with the weight. Blood spurts in every direction, like a hot needle to a balloon full of acid. Slowly he dies in agony and suffering. The evil **** got his penance. ***** for eternity in the dark depths of hell.

The devil reserves the darkest places for the darkest men. His penance came, as will yours.

By Joseph Burns
Eddie Matikiti Jan 2016
There's nothing more beautiful
More soothing 
Than the summer rain
It washes winter's sorrows away
And calms the scorching sun

Heavenly tears of joy descending upon the earth 
It reminds us of times of old
Sweet memories when children played in the rain
Singing pure  songs of innocence
Dancing  in the rain without a care
Life was wonderful and easy

Behold the light thunderstorms
The sounds of heaven speaking to men
 Confirming harvests and goodness upon the land
Even the beasts of the wild rejoice 
Perfect raindrops  that quench the soil
The crops celebrate and drink

Summer rain that comes in the evening
All the sweeter when it comes in the morning
Children dream  sweet dreams
Old men sleep in peace
Calm and harmony in the land

The heavenly drewl from the gods
Always in due season
The best kind of blessing
People lay awake under it's embrace
Full of thanksgiving and optimism about the day

Everyone loves the blessed rain
It gives the writer inspiration
Brings motivation to the farmer
A sign  to the religious man
Hope for the nation
Seasons and summer rain

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