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Timothy Joyner Jun 2018
Upon the Day He made the way.
"***** a wall!" to the masses call.
That was the aim that day.

How much more, a Country like a *****,
Denuclearization!?
No nuclearization?

Oh! There is no reconciliation!
Just a Nuclear Wall one day.

Wall to the South of us,
Now to the North...
Dening Allies to the East,
Perhaps Northeast, Gulf...
Northwest!

Are we confused yet
Or
Don't you see...
The Insane One is Walling up
You
&
Me!

Soon it's the Internet, media, movies.
"Are you a Phundamentalist Khristian?"
Or
"I'll have ya hangin' by or nearest trees!"

Breathe-Stand
This isn't who we are.
Breathe-Stand and GO!
We can't allow this to go this far.
Timothy Joyner Aug 2019
The light fantasia has tripped my ways
I saw it fermenting in it's radiance, imperial, as it sways

Never my fingers touched the luminary egregious examples
I hid myself from their Phundamentalist temples.

Now that shining belongs to a more impetuous self
Lost in their repugnant, lost their personal wealth

A moment in time and space

A fixed moment which time can't erase

That feeling of abandonment degradation
Impeccable defiance for the next generation

Fixed time frigid, derivative of insufferable
Impeccably derived from inner ignorance, impassable

The finality tickets are available at a high lucre

Their souls are tenebrific,  insidiously obscure

— The End —