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Substandard Life Under a Thunderous Cloud

Hell has opened its mouth and spit forth Apollyon. A brutal beast wrapped in a cloak of deceit. A grandiose idealist with evil intention. A reaper of racism. A shameless rapist of intellectually rigid minds. An artful ruler of schism. He lives out loud in his want for a reign of vicious fascism. Overshadowing the union of a pleading Nation. The world is ablaze with fear of his reigning anarchy. There are dawdling tongues and lament songs for abdication. The faithful lift their faces to heaven and pray for intervention. The liberals protest against social and economical injustice. A group of withering supplication to the heartless. His world is anchored on filth and ruthlessness. Like many, I live my substandard life under a thunderous cloud. Stiff back, head high, strong resistant, and proud. copyright 2017 Looking At the Light From The Bottom Of The Lake. Copyright 2017 March 6, 2017 Looking At the Light From The Bottom Of The Lake

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