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Pentagon shaped prisons poison their people with lies, Using planes and petulant pious lies to coerce with fear. From the ashes of their turmoil rises the phoenix of insurrection, Choked by meager matters of the trogolodyte mind. Sheepish followers squabble in meaningless prattlings, Vomiting the very fuel which flames the fires of split nations. Now is the time for thunder and lightening to break what binds us; Coins and doubloons reevered by bandits whose smiling purses bloat. Come my frown-faced children, Gather from your quivers and sheathes thy sharp-edged weapons. Tear from your oppressor the very breath that fills your toxic lungs. Can you see what robs you of warmth and its frigid firtility? Now is the hour to become American. Once torn from the vicegrip claws of the governing crab, Whose sexually transmitted diseases leak into thy genitalia, And seep into the stream of blue blood trickling through your vains. Let the polygon parasites split into several uncrawling pieces, Squirming in its own defecated self-destruction. Wealth and fortune which brought forth rule and totalitarian tyranny, Shall be shed of the hamstrings of undue partisans. The trump card has been played and its power shall be executed. Just as that of those whose silver tongues blinded dilated eyes, One voice shall be cut from its roots of Machiavellian trees. As it branches burn in the scorch of self-proclaimed demonic blaze. Set fire to those who kill you, Let disintegrate that which obliterates, Freedom by this poem's clue.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 3/23/2017 12:53:00 PM
Congratulations, Brendan, on your win… ~*
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Date: 3/21/2017 7:38:00 PM
Great write Brendan, I really enjoy your choice of word combinations it's very refreshing. Congrats on another fine win!
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B. Joseph Fitzsimons
Date: 3/21/2017 8:21:00 PM
thanks John, I really appreciate that!
Date: 3/5/2017 5:28:00 PM
Oh I doth indulge in your whip of a tongue cheeky rant and rage. My favourite line Vomitting the very fuel which flames the fire of split nations. You are an Escher slash Dante of words. My dark side's delight ;) xomo!
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B. Joseph Fitzsimons
Date: 3/5/2017 5:43:00 PM
Much appreciated, Maureen!

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