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silent issues humanity and the hypocrisy of soft tissues openly running out of paper rolls secretly disgrace on humanity's cheeks silently rolls there's a monument on earth to the unknown soldier there's a monument in the firmaments to the unknown child a well known secret a hood by night crucifying childhood mansions and tunnels innocence virginity silent pure blood to the top of the prism funnels a suit by day by bombs or vaccines to uncharted abysses we're pretending to not know what's behind the scenes it's about time someone for that crime stood it's the last chance men of earth at least pretend manhood the hood's gone mad they're out for the whole lot and all we had the vile few castrated earth's testosterone enforced their curfew balless men wearing G strings by force at their cell home we write poetry my poor daughtery we write about love while silently slaying our dove porn sites and adult rights sick don't ya think press incest can't stand your lust's protest rotten society lacking all means of propriety its universal yet it's so personal how hypocritical is denial a child molester and raper became a pedophile cover ups to files sheild the ones on top the files piles high as a mountain top now they're raping the elders too who were supposed to make it stop I never understood the word hood following parent and child all following the hellish steps of the brotherhood what's under the hood i grew up to understand will some one give me an understanding wanking hand from schools to temples small tiny souls silently trembles now we're witnessing it all assembles a silent universal i don't give a in swamps of irresponsibility yucks we're all stuck the savior winked at the pale horse their choice good luck have you seen your child lately did you friendly have long warm talks too late for walks about school you fool have you asked about the family that's supposed to protect. ...it's called incest cause they'll ask you is it alright what the gates of hell wants to inject poor souls they thought all dady cared about was them and how to protect daddy was shleeping grazing believed the future is blazing now he's shackled home drooling to lick the stimulus ice cone while mommy destined to roam chipped reaping what apathy and denial has sown we're offering our own is that how you get to be grown silent horrors only the miserable chosen are shown so agile used to be heavenly infantile when our leaders and religious men would not mind doing it with a female hen how many disappeared in the rotten royalties den what's becoming of us then pimps and sex slaves in the church it's Jesus saves and the retarded you hiding in your oblivion caves locked doors my agony sores if i kill the world ruling blood sucking rabbi would you let me go by at least I'll try or murderer will you cry the scales are tipped my morality just tripped wake-up or don't stand up or don't fight back or don't freedom sovriegnity dignity it either boils in your veins or you won't few days to a ritualistic sadistic subanimalistic dawn will we man up or go on chipped spineless prawn never thought betrayal will be so homegrown tamer hossam Copyright © tamer hossam | Year Posted 2020
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