Sunday, April 3, 2011
The Cyanide Sacrifice
God said the answer is within The children's crying dreams Misaligned, devil's details In their lies of ability "to" In their imperfecton hue In their wayward sayings In justification's hanging In their wayward criss-cross Cadence that sings cries, lie The blackened heart sins The good heart trapped within As if, good, bad are perception, no That was a clever rhyme for time Everything in this desired alibi It's either right or wrong, strong In the ancient singing song You have no choice but to do Until our punishment is through: "To love," believe in air. As if that could care, oh, careless.
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ReplyDeleteThe government kills anyone that takes their benefits. It's annoying. It's like, could you just say, no benefits, stick a gun in our faces and laugh at the pathetic slaves trying to escape their fate? It's not like commoners have any rights anyway. They were after me for a long time with various rays, gang stalking and everything but a drive-by. but couldn't kill me because I have low desire. They really messed me up. Now they're giving me dementia as anothe rlame punishment for being lowly born and their sordid sentiments about their own stations.