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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Just In Headliners: A sinister come-back Falsity applies, a genuine bible hack In a Dracon stratosphere, a reincarnate Harsh is a nice word, worst of the worst Anticipating being heard, spitting at the herd You don’t understand how good you’re at it What awaits us lonely hobbit Acute awareness behind lips whistle Missiles of angst, killer of bloody killer’s Boasting and blasting warns of crucifixion Shaking a finger, shaming on us And nothing for the souls, they’ve had it The riff raff became a bore, as he is more Swinger raising quite a few eyebrows Mad cow, bird brain, fluish mind bestows Astral parasites, bloody vampire bites Make space stagnant, a dangerous empire Hate beast the top crow eats crow Painfully punitive now disappear An emperor naked to the world Take my eyes for they see the truth I see the people who live in fear, gone by Mutilator of words they are lost in the gallows Take my ears they tire of lies hard to swallow Stringent ideas, antis’—shït show theatre Clique-Nik's tough trumpeter’s end is closer Brutalist codefest a poser nauseates Hope feels buried in alabaster quick sands Tears shall drip for years in western pools Take my breath for I can’t live with fascist fools In tyrannical hell where opaque deeds dwell It's uncertainty smells of rotting flesh Not a time for the timid of heart Not a time for summer soldiers nor quasi part-time patriots Perhaps the end of time or just another existential design in a warped world
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