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Erika Siegel Poem
Drunkenmess is like the turning tables of your childhood that you conviently forgot was good.
Regretably misbehave
you dig your own social grave.
and forgivness is only waiting from God.
Copyright © Erika Siegel | Year Posted 2009
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Erika Siegel Poem
The other night I met God again
and all of my friends from back home in the promise land.
They arrived the moment I announced my feelings of loneliness
And my wanting to gather with them
for the purpose of discussing
purpose.
They stood on each side of me forming a circle.
I clasped my hands together and fell into their knowledge, their confidence of rebirth
promising to share with my brothers and sisters.
Copyright © Erika Siegel | Year Posted 2009
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Erika Siegel Poem
Fascination has found his way down below my knees.
following me again
He does whatever you please.
Fortunate his body as my gulf of water.
Ignoring the gentle blows I have sent to his ears,
to his eyes
Copyright © Erika Siegel | Year Posted 2009
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Erika Siegel Poem
Secret seductive mainstream manipulation
Grandparents hand me downs to a crippled generation.
And who to believe if I cant even believe the left side of my brain?
This is not a game.
The reality created for you
That is the game.
Don’t let them poison your daughters
Or you may be finding yourself soon with granddaughters
The ones that feel the absence of a father.
(The media is poising the children.
They are told to be whores and killers
And these whores and killers in turn reproduce their own offspring of whores and killers…
And the whorish killing nation perpetuates into a larger whorish killing nation
Until we all are selling ourselves and murdering our neighbors
In the name of religion and morality.
Don’t you see how we have been made into slaves?)
Copyright © Erika Siegel | Year Posted 2009
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