"financiers" poems - Hello Poetry

mighty mighty miners mining for a heart of cryptocurrency mighty mighty houses might end up empty for fake fortune for a drop of wine for a speck of grain for fake fortune nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers will you be their broke financiers will you be their paraplegic dancers you've got nothing to lose just a shield of children wielding weapons no one knows how to use mighty mighty miners mine on empty too much vacancy in a heart of cryptocurrency all one person all one horsemen all fake fortune all one horsemen wish NPC weren't too dumb to understand mighty mighty houses built upon sand because every time jeff eats an iguana, he's got the whole free market in his hands.

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Oct 7, 2018

Oct 7, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC

july-hearne

"Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer, Who's been waiting on you?"*

mighty mighty miners mining for a heart of cryptocurrency mighty mighty houses might end up empty for fake fortune for a drop of wine for a speck of grain for fake fortune nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers will you be their broke financiers will you be their paraplegic dancers you've got nothing to lose just a shield of children wielding weapons no one knows how to use mighty mighty miners mine on empty too much vacancy in a heart of cryptocurrency all one person all one horsemen all fake fortune all one horsemen wish NPC weren't too dumb to understand mighty mighty houses built upon sand because every time jeff eats an iguana, he's got the whole free market in his hands.

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Peace! God’s Peace upon you all! The Bishop blessed The dyed-young congregation: dyed fathers ‘n mothers, Grandpas ‘n grannies, great-grandpas and great-grannies. The demons of decadence--Hair dye, ****** and Spirits – Chuckled and giggled, crouching well under the pulpit. Dyed gurus ‘n financiers, dyed lawyers, doctors n’ nurses, ****** entrepreneurs and ****** entertainers, dyed judges Dyed ‘n spirited evangelists, priests and vergers on ****** Peace be upon thee all! Blessed the Bishop from the pulpit. Now, the demons in the hiding iterated and reiterated it. A Sunday spirited chat—all smiles! -- in the church portico: The Viagra-dyed banker in later life smiled a dyed smile At the elderly dyed mother of three; and she said: they say, In spite of my age, you know, I look so young and pretty! And the thick flanks under her chin jiggled in approbation. The ****** great-grandpa said to the dyed Justice of spirits: Milord, they say: “The stuff brings cancer;” Fools! Idiots! “The gloves—the condom-like device—that’s our safety!” “Milord! This trinity wizard, they bring a million crores To the exchequer of this famished democracy, milord!” “Milord! The nature lovers say, we wash billions of bottles Of these magic stuffs into their rivers and the seas, milord!” “They say we all-- dyed ****** men-- are sissies and doofuses!” “Milord! Our tubby women dye young, lest they’d be labelled Mammy, Granny, Grandma, Old Granny, the decrepit ‘n that! Now, the dyed media reported: father mated with his daughter, Mother with a teenager, grandpa with an infant; and Ministers, MLAs, MPs—all spirits-Viagra-dyed-- are in a ******* spree! Now the Dark Trinity cried “Wow! In this world of ****** The Kingdom, the Power and the Glory--all are ours! Amen!

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Nov 27, 2013

Nov 27, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC

john-kuriakose

BLESSINGS FROM THE DEMONS

Peace! God’s Peace upon you all! The Bishop blessed The dyed-young congregation: dyed fathers ‘n mothers, Grandpas ‘n grannies, great-grandpas and great-grannies. The demons of decadence--Hair dye, ****** and Spirits – Chuckled and giggled, crouching well under the pulpit. Dyed gurus ‘n financiers, dyed lawyers, doctors n’ nurses, ****** entrepreneurs and ****** entertainers, dyed judges Dyed ‘n spirited evangelists, priests and vergers on ****** Peace be upon thee all! Blessed the Bishop from the pulpit. Now, the demons in the hiding iterated and reiterated it. A Sunday spirited chat—all smiles! -- in the church portico: The Viagra-dyed banker in later life smiled a dyed smile At the elderly dyed mother of three; and she said: they say, In spite of my age, you know, I look so young and pretty! And the thick flanks under her chin jiggled in approbation. The ****** great-grandpa said to the dyed Justice of spirits: Milord, they say: “The stuff brings cancer;” Fools! Idiots! “The gloves—the condom-like device—that’s our safety!” “Milord! This trinity wizard, they bring a million crores To the exchequer of this famished democracy, milord!” “Milord! The nature lovers say, we wash billions of bottles Of these magic stuffs into their rivers and the seas, milord!” “They say we all-- dyed ****** men-- are sissies and doofuses!” “Milord! Our tubby women dye young, lest they’d be labelled Mammy, Granny, Grandma, Old Granny, the decrepit ‘n that! Now, the dyed media reported: father mated with his daughter, Mother with a teenager, grandpa with an infant; and Ministers, MLAs, MPs—all spirits-Viagra-dyed-- are in a ******* spree! Now the Dark Trinity cried “Wow! In this world of ****** The Kingdom, the Power and the Glory--all are ours! Amen!

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*Aberration’s child is born as foetus in a man Thoughts of where and why and when corrupted in the plan, These aberrations manifest behaviourally where Normality’s parameters are stretched beyond the tear. Stretched beyond acceptable, stretched beyond belief Like when the golden Altar boy becomes a rabid thief! Like how that fool in North Korea with militarists in synch With postulated threats has brought us all to nuclear brink. Like when that freak in Batman gear let loose with deadly aim To shoot the kids at movie time then claimed he was insane. Like when the Barons grow the coke to corrupt all our youth And bribe and cheat and **** and bash, yet call our laws uncouth. What makes my brothers lie and steal, what makes them want to hurt? What aberration wields the knife to shred the nubile’s skirt? Why are financiers predatory, what gearing in their mind Enables them, with conscience clear, to plot to fleece us blind? When does this change occur in growth, at what stage does it switch? How do angelic six year olds at fifteen turn to ***** Amazing that the blue eyed boy who smiled with curly locks With age became infatuated with a lust for ***** Indecent that good working men who slave to build a stake Can lose it all to those who use legality to take. And what of those who plan to **** what trigger in the brain Determines that they chose this path? IT’S ALL NOW QUITE INSANE!* Marshalg Viewed from my (relatively) safe hidey-hole, Down Under. Pukehana. NZ 6 April 2013

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Apr 5, 2013

Apr 5, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

The Insanity

*Aberration’s child is born as foetus in a man Thoughts of where and why and when corrupted in the plan, These aberrations manifest behaviourally where Normality’s parameters are stretched beyond the tear. Stretched beyond acceptable, stretched beyond belief Like when the golden Altar boy becomes a rabid thief! Like how that fool in North Korea with militarists in synch With postulated threats has brought us all to nuclear brink. Like when that freak in Batman gear let loose with deadly aim To shoot the kids at movie time then claimed he was insane. Like when the Barons grow the coke to corrupt all our youth And bribe and cheat and **** and bash, yet call our laws uncouth. What makes my brothers lie and steal, what makes them want to hurt? What aberration wields the knife to shred the nubile’s skirt? Why are financiers predatory, what gearing in their mind Enables them, with conscience clear, to plot to fleece us blind? When does this change occur in growth, at what stage does it switch? How do angelic six year olds at fifteen turn to ***** Amazing that the blue eyed boy who smiled with curly locks With age became infatuated with a lust for ***** Indecent that good working men who slave to build a stake Can lose it all to those who use legality to take. And what of those who plan to **** what trigger in the brain Determines that they chose this path? IT’S ALL NOW QUITE INSANE!* Marshalg Viewed from my (relatively) safe hidey-hole, Down Under. Pukehana. NZ 6 April 2013

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1189 The Voice that stands for Floods to me Is sterile borne to some— The Face that makes the Morning mean Glows impotent on them— What difference in Substance lies That what is Sum to me By other Financiers be deemed Exclusive Property!

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Emily Dickinson

The Voice that stands for Floods to me

1189 The Voice that stands for Floods to me Is sterile borne to some— The Face that makes the Morning mean Glows impotent on them— What difference in Substance lies That what is Sum to me By other Financiers be deemed Exclusive Property!

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Revolving doors are after me, Brushes from a stranger are pickpockets, Financiers are after the little man's money, Bankers are all corrupt, Politicians are all corrupt, Everyone has an agenda... or maybe I'm just paranoid. Or maybe, this is a delineation of the deplorable state humanity, and the world, has plunged to. Maybe my paranoia is, a byproduct of years of justification and rational motivation

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Aug 21, 2013

Aug 21, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC

steven-fried

Revolving Doors

Revolving doors are after me, Brushes from a stranger are pickpockets, Financiers are after the little man's money, Bankers are all corrupt, Politicians are all corrupt, Everyone has an agenda... or maybe I'm just paranoid. Or maybe, this is a delineation of the deplorable state humanity, and the world, has plunged to. Maybe my paranoia is, a byproduct of years of justification and rational motivation

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I've been thirsting to burst your bubble since I heard the low-down we may be over- supplied with a green-backed bird called Money, that trollop spread-wide by aliases *A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound A buck or a pound, a buck or a pound* To a layman's ears unlearned in the fine- tuned registers of glib-tongued financiers, it may ring up as reason to cheer with no tinkling of trouble, but if Money *Is all that makes the world go around that clinking, clanking sound* (they do say) She sings, clangs a bit hollow when she clings too heavy in alms of poorly wrung hands, it's then well-heeled sit'n spins'll turn us about to the golden-gapped beams of bankers mouths *For Money makes the world go around The world go around, the world go around* And will till johns who hold little put less stock in the **** pitches of slick-macking daddy Street with his tricky fat pay backs for the ounce of love he's flouncing to sell.

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May 12, 2010

May 12, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC

francis-scudellari

Jonesing for Alternative Currencies

I've been thirsting to burst your bubble since I heard the low-down we may be over- supplied with a green-backed bird called Money, that trollop spread-wide by aliases *A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound A buck or a pound, a buck or a pound* To a layman's ears unlearned in the fine- tuned registers of glib-tongued financiers, it may ring up as reason to cheer with no tinkling of trouble, but if Money *Is all that makes the world go around that clinking, clanking sound* (they do say) She sings, clangs a bit hollow when she clings too heavy in alms of poorly wrung hands, it's then well-heeled sit'n spins'll turn us about to the golden-gapped beams of bankers mouths *For Money makes the world go around The world go around, the world go around* And will till johns who hold little put less stock in the **** pitches of slick-macking daddy Street with his tricky fat pay backs for the ounce of love he's flouncing to sell.

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Financiers feel superior to farmers and pundits have it over poets. All to the good because if you think America's doing just fine, don't skip to the poetry reviews. Our enemies are barbarous, our allies duplicitous but our smart bombs are smart - that's how they found you. Dad said all wars are resource wars. Follow the money. The world needs more order, nothing less than Nazis, never may the anarchic man's thoughts be my thoughts, each shove sends a ping, shields urge on shields, helmets helmets, we can be the reigning kings between the last empire and the next or implement a vision of collective deliberation and binding agreements. Can China's navy be harnessed to ensure free passage through the South China Sea? We'll see how things work out in the next generation. In the meantime should I read Henry Kissinger's meditations? He who thinks poetry's effete probably considers Darwin a geek and Einstein a postal clerk. Containment means leaving space for the passionate and zealous to face themselves and giving them missiles that don't work. Slowing everyone down until one thing's done well - governance or sustenance or brotherhood. When violence comes to the neighborhood the hierarchy will hold or fold, it is then the peace work proves relevant. Failing to achieve understanding, we're searching outer space for an entity to unite us as humanity. That person, or city, is consciousness. By that what is meant. Sitting still and thinking deeply on the relation of anger to coercion, systems for correcting the decisions of earlier presidents. We're required to report incidents of depression to a doctor because you're a valued member of of our community, or so insignificant no one notices or cares. How necessary the interface of war and poetry!

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Aug 11, 2015

Aug 11, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC

robert-ronnow

World Order

Financiers feel superior to farmers and pundits have it over poets. All to the good because if you think America's doing just fine, don't skip to the poetry reviews. Our enemies are barbarous, our allies duplicitous but our smart bombs are smart - that's how they found you. Dad said all wars are resource wars. Follow the money. The world needs more order, nothing less than Nazis, never may the anarchic man's thoughts be my thoughts, each shove sends a ping, shields urge on shields, helmets helmets, we can be the reigning kings between the last empire and the next or implement a vision of collective deliberation and binding agreements. Can China's navy be harnessed to ensure free passage through the South China Sea? We'll see how things work out in the next generation. In the meantime should I read Henry Kissinger's meditations? He who thinks poetry's effete probably considers Darwin a geek and Einstein a postal clerk. Containment means leaving space for the passionate and zealous to face themselves and giving them missiles that don't work. Slowing everyone down until one thing's done well - governance or sustenance or brotherhood. When violence comes to the neighborhood the hierarchy will hold or fold, it is then the peace work proves relevant. Failing to achieve understanding, we're searching outer space for an entity to unite us as humanity. That person, or city, is consciousness. By that what is meant. Sitting still and thinking deeply on the relation of anger to coercion, systems for correcting the decisions of earlier presidents. We're required to report incidents of depression to a doctor because you're a valued member of of our community, or so insignificant no one notices or cares. How necessary the interface of war and poetry!

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glass goliaths steal food from the poor without voices to feed fat pockets. eat the rich.

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May 3, 2015

May 3, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC

thymos

insatiable financiers

glass goliaths steal food from the poor without voices to feed fat pockets. eat the rich.

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So ... Is It Wise ... To ... " Commercialise " ... ?!? Just To Get ... A ... Short-Lived Prize ... ??? Where's It Got Us ... ? Showing LOVE ... To YES ... FAKE Thugs ... !?! RIDICULOUS ... " Cribs " ... !!! To Cars For ... " Pimps " ... !!! Is This The Way ... We NEED To ... Live ... ?!? ****** SPREES ... *********** ... !!! Accompanied By ... WEAK ... Hip Hop Beats ... !!! That's Just ... ME ... That's What I SEE ... I Guess That's ... NOT ... ........ " REALITY " ....... ??? OF COURSE It ... IS ... !!!!! So LISTEN ... " Kids " ... You WON'T ... Live Long ... With ... " Guns and Clips " ... !!!!!! When They're ATTACHED ... To ... ANGRY Hips ... !!! ... DON'T RUSH To Kiss Lips ... Or .... Hold A Drink .... USE Your Brain ... Take Time and ... THINK ... !!!!! Money Comes EASY ... !!! Money Goes ... EASY ... !!! So ... MAKE That ... " Cash " ... But ... DON'T Act FLASH ... !!! Cos' Nowadays ... You'll Be ... AMAZED ... At How ... JEALOUSY ... Can Bring ... " SAD Days " ... !!! Villains ... Right NOW ... are ... ILLin' and Killin' ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!! TRUST Me Now ... This AIN'T ... Fulfilling ... !!! EVERYBODY's ... Billing ... But Tell Me ... Are You Willing ... ? To STOP Young People ... Resorting To ... KILLING ... !!?!! I'd Rather Be ... " Chilling " ... !!! and ... Use MY BRAIN ... To KEEP ... INSTILLING ... A BETTER Way ... of Life and ... LIVING ... !!! Like ... GOOD ... " Upbringing " ... !!! By ... Men and Women ... !!! This Was THE THING ... That Kept ... FULFILLING ... My ... " Early Life " ... When LOVE Was Something ... In ... My SIGHT ... !!! So ... Is it ... " Wise " ... To ... COMMERCIALISE ... ??? When This Can Make ... Some People ... LIE ... ?!? " Eyes ON THE PRIZE ! " ... But ... Selfish Guys ... May Be ... SURPRISED ... !?! By ... What They ... " FIND " ... In ... Financiers MINDS ... !!! Let's GO BACK ........................... To ... EARLIER Times ... Cos' ... Banks In The CITY ... Have ... SLAVERY Ties ... !!! Now THAT's NOT NICE ... !!! Could You ... Place A ... PRICE ... On A ... Human Life ... ?!? How About ... " A Child " ... With ... TEAR FILLED Eyes ... !!?!! How About ... YOU ... ? What Would You Do ... ? If Someone ... BOUGHT ... How You Could ... "MOVE" ... ??? Well .... THAT Was THEN ... and THIS Is ... NOW ... !!! "Money Makes The World Go Around !!!" DON'T ................... IGNORE That ... !!!!! THAT IS ... " Profound " ... UNLIKE ... These Words ... "I Live for Pounds !" Live For ... LIVING ... !!! NOT ... Blood Spilling ... !!!! Or ... NEEDLESS Killing ... !!!!! Cos' Things Like THIS ... Give Lows ... NOT HIGHS ... !!! Unlike LOVE ... From ... Feminine Thighs ... !!! I'll End This ... THERE ... For ... " MONEY GUYS " ... With ... VIOLENT Ties ... !!! Cos I'd ... Rather Have ... LOVE ... and Try To Be ... WISE ... Than ... Live My Life ... To ....... ...... " Commercialise " ......

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Oct 3, 2019

Oct 3, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC

big-virge

"Commercialise" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 5/10/2005

So ... Is It Wise ... To ... " Commercialise " ... ?!? Just To Get ... A ... Short-Lived Prize ... ??? Where's It Got Us ... ? Showing LOVE ... To YES ... FAKE Thugs ... !?! RIDICULOUS ... " Cribs " ... !!! To Cars For ... " Pimps " ... !!! Is This The Way ... We NEED To ... Live ... ?!? ****** SPREES ... *********** ... !!! Accompanied By ... WEAK ... Hip Hop Beats ... !!! That's Just ... ME ... That's What I SEE ... I Guess That's ... NOT ... ........ " REALITY " ....... ??? OF COURSE It ... IS ... !!!!! So LISTEN ... " Kids " ... You WON'T ... Live Long ... With ... " Guns and Clips " ... !!!!!! When They're ATTACHED ... To ... ANGRY Hips ... !!! ... DON'T RUSH To Kiss Lips ... Or .... Hold A Drink .... USE Your Brain ... Take Time and ... THINK ... !!!!! Money Comes EASY ... !!! Money Goes ... EASY ... !!! So ... MAKE That ... " Cash " ... But ... DON'T Act FLASH ... !!! Cos' Nowadays ... You'll Be ... AMAZED ... At How ... JEALOUSY ... Can Bring ... " SAD Days " ... !!! Villains ... Right NOW ... are ... ILLin' and Killin' ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!! TRUST Me Now ... This AIN'T ... Fulfilling ... !!! EVERYBODY's ... Billing ... But Tell Me ... Are You Willing ... ? To STOP Young People ... Resorting To ... KILLING ... !!?!! I'd Rather Be ... " Chilling " ... !!! and ... Use MY BRAIN ... To KEEP ... INSTILLING ... A BETTER Way ... of Life and ... LIVING ... !!! Like ... GOOD ... " Upbringing " ... !!! By ... Men and Women ... !!! This Was THE THING ... That Kept ... FULFILLING ... My ... " Early Life " ... When LOVE Was Something ... In ... My SIGHT ... !!! So ... Is it ... " Wise " ... To ... COMMERCIALISE ... ??? When This Can Make ... Some People ... LIE ... ?!? " Eyes ON THE PRIZE ! " ... But ... Selfish Guys ... May Be ... SURPRISED ... !?! By ... What They ... " FIND " ... In ... Financiers MINDS ... !!! Let's GO BACK ........................... To ... EARLIER Times ... Cos' ... Banks In The CITY ... Have ... SLAVERY Ties ... !!! Now THAT's NOT NICE ... !!! Could You ... Place A ... PRICE ... On A ... Human Life ... ?!? How About ... " A Child " ... With ... TEAR FILLED Eyes ... !!?!! How About ... YOU ... ? What Would You Do ... ? If Someone ... BOUGHT ... How You Could ... "MOVE" ... ??? Well .... THAT Was THEN ... and THIS Is ... NOW ... !!! "Money Makes The World Go Around !!!" DON'T ................... IGNORE That ... !!!!! THAT IS ... " Profound " ... UNLIKE ... These Words ... "I Live for Pounds !" Live For ... LIVING ... !!! NOT ... Blood Spilling ... !!!! Or ... NEEDLESS Killing ... !!!!! Cos' Things Like THIS ... Give Lows ... NOT HIGHS ... !!! Unlike LOVE ... From ... Feminine Thighs ... !!! I'll End This ... THERE ... For ... " MONEY GUYS " ... With ... VIOLENT Ties ... !!! Cos I'd ... Rather Have ... LOVE ... and Try To Be ... WISE ... Than ... Live My Life ... To ....... ...... " Commercialise " ......

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I find comfort in reveries written by men who barely breathe, or by women who find power in paper cast out because they lack political favor. Stories by the wealthy and bored fortunate but ****** enough to find life a chore, the pensive folk who peer and pry **** our thoughts into newfound high. We guess that they have measured motive to gorge on fame until they're bloated, or make their mark on mortal minds in desperate ploys to outlast time. Some riddled and ruined by reality who write to quell not critics but poverty, knowing that genius might swim in scribbles that earn a few pennies little by little. All cut from the same curious cloth willing to lay naked every thought, for everyone and no one to see and savor but for at least a single soul to find some flavor. God forget the queen and save these paupers the indifferent financiers of mind's coffers, the absent yet ever-present teachers the ones who give new breath to life's creatures. And every ****** or rosy rhyme owes its rhythm to well-spent time, of imperfect souls and fearless fighters the poets, the storytellers, the righteous writers.

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Jul 31, 2017

Jul 31, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC

spreadliteracy

Righteous Writers

I find comfort in reveries written by men who barely breathe, or by women who find power in paper cast out because they lack political favor. Stories by the wealthy and bored fortunate but ****** enough to find life a chore, the pensive folk who peer and pry **** our thoughts into newfound high. We guess that they have measured motive to gorge on fame until they're bloated, or make their mark on mortal minds in desperate ploys to outlast time. Some riddled and ruined by reality who write to quell not critics but poverty, knowing that genius might swim in scribbles that earn a few pennies little by little. All cut from the same curious cloth willing to lay naked every thought, for everyone and no one to see and savor but for at least a single soul to find some flavor. God forget the queen and save these paupers the indifferent financiers of mind's coffers, the absent yet ever-present teachers the ones who give new breath to life's creatures. And every ****** or rosy rhyme owes its rhythm to well-spent time, of imperfect souls and fearless fighters the poets, the storytellers, the righteous writers.

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mighty mighty houses might end up empty mighty mighty miners mining for a heart of cryptocurrency for fake fortune drop of wine speck of grain if you get in line for fake fortune mighty mighty miners mine on empty too much vacancy in a heart of cryptocurrency nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers will you be their broke financiers will you be their paraplegic dancers you've got nothing to lose just a shield of children wielding weapons no one knows how to use all one person all one horsemen all fake fortune all one horsemen might be too dumb to understand mighty mighty houses built upon sand because every time jeff eats an iguana, he's got the whole free market in his hands.

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Sep 21, 2018

Sep 21, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC

july-hearne

Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer Who's been waiting on you

mighty mighty houses might end up empty mighty mighty miners mining for a heart of cryptocurrency for fake fortune drop of wine speck of grain if you get in line for fake fortune mighty mighty miners mine on empty too much vacancy in a heart of cryptocurrency nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers will you be their broke financiers will you be their paraplegic dancers you've got nothing to lose just a shield of children wielding weapons no one knows how to use all one person all one horsemen all fake fortune all one horsemen might be too dumb to understand mighty mighty houses built upon sand because every time jeff eats an iguana, he's got the whole free market in his hands.

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