February 24, 2017 · 3:05 am
Waterhouse
God
–
I Believe
In God
the God
That Is
me.
a God
That
Lets me
Worship
As I
See;
In Field
or Forest,
In Silence
or Song.
Whether
Star Dust
or Clay,
Freedom Remains.
to Search
& Learn,
Not Shackled
to UnMoving
Stone
#B27321
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February 16, 2017 · 8:50 pm
Howard Pyle
Where to
Begin
the Start
a Mark
Burned
Into
my Heart
Of the
Sights
I’ve Seen
& Endless
Screams
of Men
Yearning
to Be
Free
These are
the Things
That Haunt
my Memory
Naked
& Bleeding
Welcome
my Friend
To the
Kennels
of Men
#B27321
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February 15, 2017 · 3:11 am
Alexander Litovchenko
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Tagged as #My 5 Word Mantra, #My5WordMantra, 5 Word, Alexander Litovchenko, B27321, Discord, Enemy, Freedom, Harbinger, Mantra, Me, My, Poetry, Prison, Revolution, Slavery, Twitter, Word, Wyrd
February 3, 2017 · 4:39 am
Georg Pencz
a Life
UnLived
UnLoved
–
the Death
of Possibility
–
Disposable Society
Consumes you
–
Never
Was
my Name
–
the Greed
of Man
–
the Sands
of Time
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February 1, 2017 · 4:09 am
Francisco Goya
your Momma, Obama
–
His Name Was
your Momma Obama.
Leader of the Muslin Brother Hood,
a Savior Sent to Brutalize Women & Kill Gays.
an Acid Bath or Muzzle Blast was All the Same;
& the Liberals Scream
Hurrah,
Hurrah.
Let’s Give Them Our Vote.
Fuck the Republic
Give Them Our Throat.
Jihad Is Great.
Jihad Is Good.
Flaming Ruins
Where Palaces Once Stood.
Burn Books, Preach Hate
& Blame me
Cause I Won’t Convert.
Jihad Is Great.
Jihad Is Good.
At Least we Are Not Nailed
to a Piece of Wood.
or Am I Just Miss Under Stood.
Barbarians At the Gate
& you Demand Rape.
#B27321
–
Disclaimer
I am Just Saying Vet
So we Know What we Get.
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