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An ugly world truth

A faithless entity unhappiness coldly it turns the eyes around coils 
breeding misery a vice with hate that consumes unconscious reality

Crawling underneath a thin veil of darkness 
hiding within bitterness that licks the wounds

As a blindness burns one beggar in hell's soup boils 
tortured by untruths morally shading absent light

Without His Holiness a soul never finds peace 
just war without hope develops inside the ugliness


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016


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HAPPILY BORN

Through the screams of pain,
I heard a cry,
A cry that indicated a birth of a new life.
Sitting in the hospital corridor,
I could hear the cry of happiness from tiny lungs,
I could experience the same happiness,
The family was going through.
Yes a girl child!
I thought to myself,
She might be lucky,
She has a modern family who cared for her
Thank god! she did not go through the pain of being killed.
This world has learnt to accept a girl child!
I am happy.............


Copyright © AHALYA NAIR | Year Posted 2016


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All They Could Have Been

Little lights begin to shine
Tiny heartbeats in the dark
With a glowing hope inside
To shine brighter than the stars

But their possibilities.....
Suddenly come to an end
Echoing in their silent screams
All they could have been

I see a doctor, I see a preacher
A loving nurse...A home school teacher
A little boy rounding third base
That home run smile all over his face
They would change the world we're living in
If only they could be.....
All they could have been

We explain it all away
A thousand reasons for their fall
But they can never be replaced.....
Listen close....and hear the call

'To welcome all the angels
Heaven chose to send....
Let all God's children be
All they could have been

I see a priest...a president
The hands of an artist...a pilot's accent
Mom's joyful tears--graduation day
As her baby girl walks 'cross the stage
Yes, they would change the world we're living in....
If only they could be.....
All they could have been

Just a chance to be....
All they could have been


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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2017


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Seed of destruction

Father of all bombs when dropped 
five times greater than the mother 
Where a fallen angel's dance begins 
fornicating with matter darkening subjects 
through and through dimensions opening a porthole 
Acting a tough guy with your orange face 
shows little wit as one peace maker 
gives a bloody nose to politics to say the least 
To this sinful act of heresy that's displayed under lies 
in provoking war with the show of strength and power
Blind becomes your weakness 
Takes more than courage to grow a backbone 
to be humble aggression is by deeds done 
under one sign of weakness shows where the insecurity dwells 

co written by Liam and Bobby McDaid
our joint opinion on a certain matter our world has become filled with evil slave masters rising to power under mass human sacrifice 










Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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The Withdrawing Room

Unrhymed tercets

The Withdrawing Room

Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard 
ashen skin with darting eyes never looking up
forever too frightened of seeing the truth reflected back 

In the unholy grail in visions of comrades within this un-sacred act of ransom 
the collective voice of the masked chorus urging them on wards 
then the integrated tragedy of hidden fears and secrets

A living sacrifice under this bargain where no one wins or gains
without boundaries of mortal limits there exists in this gunmetal airless demise 
unfettered woefulness and vainglory vie for victory 

The innocent victim's now the pawn's forgotten as pride twists obscurities 
severing the umbilical cord drowning breaths of existence
the sterile smell of unfinished lives permeating into the coal and ice


Tiny little footprints always remain's inside the womb's silenced facts 
the living water of life breaks no longer flows through the natural cord
leaving a chorus of continuous phantom's chanting in mendacious unity  

Opening the door of perdition where the tactical glare of a butchers knife 
held under a ghostly specter of a child that might have been treasured 
a face imagined but never seen and names never uttered 

A tortured remembrance of a pardon held precious beauty once
soon the vapour of shame burns off in an emptiness that still remains
glazes over a ruby rare passion 

Where fear & the constant loathing cannot fathom the uncertainties 
this future brings forth in the immenseness of what might have been 
not touching the soul properly 

The unborn yet to speak?
silenced unadorned gone forever jewel's 
always held within prayers of the faithful loving grace


a co written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman


Copyright © Donna Loughman | Year Posted 2017


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Open Your Eyes To The Truth

Another war crime to add onto a bucket list 
that goes on far beyond our mind
 
Another human rights violation unheard of
when is this world going to awaken

The sleeping giant filled with grace 
and bring those murdering monsters to trial 

So as they may face justice 
their justice returned onto them
 
So many masks fall away in a world arena
Greed and pride invades countries 

Forcing poor innocence to suffer
trying to bring order with chaos and control

Desecration of the holy lands 
innocent blood spills on sands of our times 

Each and everyone of us knows morally right 
There is a worth in every death
 
The moons have bled 
I see it now opening behind scenes

Pray God be merciful unto the blind hiding 
open their eyes for a moment 

In a just democracy power is the people 
understand this ninety per cent of all killed 

Innocent people says it all sealed 
In the name of the cross and ark of our covenant 

They who love in God's name will speak 
Holy Spirit holds the castle fort commands you 

They who live on the dark side reek
peace for them does not exist
 
Killing machines show no mercy on suffering souls 
Thou shalt not kill love's reminder enemy hates

Love thy neighbor spoken on the tablets 
They have no morals standing within the light of truth 

Spawn's of the Devil out of hell kills with burning lead 
so we see behind the mask who deceives us

They who worship the golden calf again 
as they do the anti-Christ's bidding

Reeking havoc upon this earth plundering 
their soul aim is destruction givers 

Treating people like animals clowned joke 
reeks of vermin crawling underneath their skin 

Angels upon this earth our battles has begun 
we all can see the ignorance killing is not just

With twisted visions planning forward with no democracy 
to kneel playing the key role fate our destiny awaits us all


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015


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Sacrificial Lamb

Not all news of its existence brings joy – 
a heartbeat is denied the trumpets
instead, news is shared in long drawn 
out breaths with eyes that never dry. 

A vow was broken long before – 
Those nights, when they turn off the light 
a silence is broken amidst long sighs. 

A creature of habit learns in time certain 
vested interest will come to be expected; 
promises are forgotten in the dark. 

But this is unexpected news; now the light 
need no longer be turned off every night. 

The weeping stops when a decision is made; 
she finds that self-sacrifice does not extend 
beyond the sanctity of life. A creature 
of habit learns hypocrisy the hard way. 


After:  Twilight Confidences by Cecilia Beaux 1888


For Debbie Guzzi's Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting 7
Kim Patrice Nunez
14 January 2016


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2016


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SILENT SCREAM

I can hear them from here 
Their wails and cries 
I can see their tears from here 
They are the babies I wasn't bold enough to birth 


Babies my stomach wasn't strong to carry 
Babies I killed before they saw the light of the world 


They were sleeping peacefully inside me 
Growing graciously within me 
Until I took the pills 
And first it was their head
I felt as it dissolved into blood 


Each moment of pain 
I could hear them asking me 
Why Mama?
Why not give us a chance to be the best God wants us to be? 


I felt them fighting terribly for life inside me 
All I could do was to hold my stomach 
As I rounded into a ball in the corner of my sorrow
Then slowly I felt life slip out of them 
And slowly the fighting ceased in a loud silence 


As I looked down, I felt between my thighs, a fluid 
But it wasn't blood, but the dreams and Ambitions my babies could have had
All streaming down my thighs 


'My MA and PA  will scold me'
' I don't want shame all over me ' I begged 
Then like angels without wings, I saw them! All in white 
They were two beautiful boys ...


Boys I could have given the best I never had 
'I'm sorry ' I uttered 
Then slowly they turned their backs and left 
And written on the path they stood was 
YOU KILLED US. 



(This is to children who were too perfect for the world to see)












Copyright © Abosede Ogundare | Year Posted 2016


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I say it how it is in my eyes

Strange this all falls on deaf ears 
a mockery of justice twist whichever way you wish 
people killed in a hospital act of terror yes or no 

Where those blind cannot ever see 
the gospel truth an act of terrorism 
Countries are invaded including their treasuries 
Arms seized they go on the black market 
sold to terrorists to create revolutions 

Forgive me if I am wrong 
Executions some aired 
as snuff videos on line 
tortures aired on television 
extreme violence showing 
shows demonic practices to me 

This world knows its all to do with energy 
invading countries that has been mapped out 
for years by past leaders from their mouths spoke the truth 
relating to their soul's identity in words 

Building a pipeline 
costs the lives of many innocent civilians 
rapes on a daily basic tortures and worse 

Greed you seem to like stirring the cauldron 
with your hate filled tactics aimed at people's ideas  
Destabilising this world all the time claiming its for peace 
Control is your domain climbing a ladder you seek power 
as now the beast inside desires to be number one 

Egypt is where this dynasty began 
then the Roman empire 
followed by Hitler from facts I read 
history repeats itself once more 
reaching above the clouds living and dying 
struck down by a weapon 
used in battle once before choice 

Lets be straight in all this 
countless people are dying
 each and every single day 
God be merciful 
Stop killing the innocence of this planet 
acceptance of guilt a must 
 
I read cluster bombs are being used 
a banned weapon 
why are the terrorists selling these weapons 
not put on trial by this so called security council 

Also the road to Damascus enriched warheads 
poisonous to the soil a chemical weapon 
Imagine the irony of it all pot calling the kettle black 

World bullies are at the centre of all this stage
elite fascists governing rule is exposed
titles gained from stealing rape torture 
murder in those that cry to heaven for his mercy 

Its a list as long as your arm cut short 
The devil has taken reign in most peoples hearts 
beating drums of our Saviour's grace 
holds strong immaculate heart
 
No one can ever argue with the truth 
because in the end it will shine the brightest light 

I am right winged and stand against world tyranny 
also injustices as for years a person suffered 
at them hands himself 
the scar in my soul will find its peace 
at the gate of two truth's we all know the answer 

If we seek knowledge into the riddle of the spinkx still stands 
where sulphur lies a vision is strong proof 
when the head is not buried in the sand 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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Any party

Supporting killing children 
they will never ever get my vote again 
when you abort a baby 
your aborting God from your life 

Non-christian parties
now they manifest in our country 
protect the eight and democracy our freedom 

Any party that supports death as a way forward 
has lost my vote forever more 
and I am not alone in this opinion in protecting our eight 
to keep democracy safe and real 
not infiltrated by foreign demons 

Turning away from the commandments is a poor state of play 
twisting every good value and deed pretending to care 
offering choice a word that was given from above as a server 

Pro killers I call anyone 
who supports these doctor Shipphams 
every soul has the right to live 

Funny how good values has become the silent facts altered 
people are afraid to be real and voice the truth as having the highest value 

What kind of clown government calls a referendum 
to remove certain protections at the cost of over 25 million 
better they kept our country as is and house real problems 
Beginning with the homeless and show caring compassion 
rather than squander the money promoting sin 

True Irishmen and Women would turn in their graves
they each and every one would lay their life down for their children 
not murder them as this country needs to awaken 
freedom has been removed bit by bit 
this shedding blood is inhumane 
it's time we stand in numbers for God 
He is the chariot of our light


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2018


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Can you hear me

Can you hear me?
Your womb is clean yet your heart is dirty
Its only been a week and you already want to get rid of me
Cant you at least allow me to see your face for a second?
Oh mother can you hear me?
How can you be this cruel?
Ever thought of other women who want children?
Oh mother why are you killing me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Can you hear me?
Your womb is warm
Your heart is cold
Oh mama please get rid of those pills
Hello! Can you hear me?
I know you were raped
I know you are bitter
But mama I didn't rape you
Those thugs raped you
I never asked for any of this
Can you hear me?
Flush those abortion pills mama
You will love me as time goes
You will love me from head to toes
I promise not to cause any chaos
Oh mama I'm begging you
Please hear me
How will you live knowing you killed an innocent soul?
Can you hear me?
Hello! Anybody there?
Can you hear me mommy?


Copyright © Bukiwe Tiyane | Year Posted 2016


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Haiku for This Crazy Storm I Was Just In

I was in the car,
swallowed up by pouring rain,
and all Hail broke loose.


Copyright © Jackson LaBaugh | Year Posted 2016


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The Unborn Child

The Unborn Child


I wonder will they let me in? 
Will they furnish me with life support?
I want to be my Grandpa's friend,
his pride, his joy, and his hero in sports.

Really, it’s not his decision
for these nine months to go on through.
Mom and Dad, it’s up to your religion
to see that I’m worthwhile and needed, too.


Oh God, I’ll make them love me, 
please, God, tell them both to go on.
I won't act hardheaded, nor wicked nor will I be ,
apathetic and sad, nor gripe and moan.

I’ll lie restfully in my Mother's arms.
Please, God, tell them both to let me be 
BORN.


Copyright © Mark Turner | Year Posted 2016


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ANGEL'S CHRISTMAS WISH

There was a little girl named Angel. 
Who had such a beautiful spirit and 
was cute as she could be. Angel had
a heart of gold, everytime she could
help someone in need she would. The 
sisters in the orphanage loved the child
so much. They prayed daily that their 
little "Angel" would get a loving home. 
But until then they vowed to show her
how much she was loved. One day 
Sister Sarah saw little Angel was sad.
"What's wrong child? Why are you sad?
"Christmas is coming soon and you
 know I love you and the other Sisters
 and the other children".With tears in her 
big brown eyes she continued. " I want
to be adopted. I want a mommy and 
daddy for christmas."
"Please don't cry child. I know you want 
that child. I want that for you as well. But
in the meantime remember that we all 
love you here.You a very special little girl. 
Come, let's you get you cleaned up couples
 are visiting us today."
Angel began to wipe her face and a small 
smile appeared  her sweet face." Oh boy,
maybe my christmas wish will come true
after all."  Run along child." As soon as the 
child left the room. Sister Sarah wept and
and prayed that the precious child would
not only get a home, but a loving home
with loving parents that would love her
as their own flesh and blood. Later on
that evening several young couples 
came in with adoption on their minds. 
Some were looking for a specific gender, 
some were looking for babies and some
wanted school age children. Little "Angel 
was six and a half. She wasn't a baby and 
she wasn't what you call big either, she was 
somewhere in between. A sweet young 
couple came in and they said they wanted
a girl between 5 and six. Mother Rose 
thought of "Angel" instantly . However the
most astonishing thing was sweet "Angel"
bore a striking resemblance to the young 
mother. She pondered the thought could
this be the child's mother? But then thought
quickly it was just a mere coincidence. 
" Hello Sir and Mam, I think I have the child 
for you. Her name is "Angel" and she is six 
years old. Would you like to meet her? "
And unison they both said"Yes".
Moments later Mother Rose returned with
the child. And Mary Williams almost 
fainted. in her chair. For it was like looking
at a miniature version of herself. Instantly
she went down memory lane she was 17
years old when  she got pregnant by her
childhood boyfriend.  They were young and
inlove, they had their whole lives ahead them.
That all changed when she got pregnant. He
wasn't ready to be a father and he insisted she 
abort the child. She couldn't and they broke up
month later. Her parents were disappointed 
and ashamed of her. They sent her to a home
for unwed mothers to be.She stayed their for 
her entire pregnancy .She gave birth and never
saw her little girl again."Honey are you okay?" 
Her husband asked lovingly. "I'm fine dear. 
That is the child I want. If she will have us.
Little "Angel and Mother Rose were as happy
 as can be."
 "Yes mam I would like that very much. I always 
wanted. my very own mommy and daddy." She
turned to Mother Rose and began to cry because 
she loved the old lady very much. The nuns and 
the other children in the orphanage  were the only 
family she knew. As they said their goodbyes she 
left as she was. She didn't want any of her things, 
she gave the little things she had to her closest 
friends to remember her by. When they arrived
home "Angel" couldn't believe her eyes. She 
thought to herself is mommy and daddy rich?
Meanwhile Mary Williams looked in her husband
in the eyes and said" Sweetheart I think that's my
baby in there.I don't want to get my hopes up
(because she's mine no matter what) . But honey
wouldn't that be a miracle if we found my baby
girl?"
"You mean wouldn't that be a miracle if we found
our baby girl?"


TO BE CONTINUED 

12-10-16
Alexis Y.

  


Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016


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The Withdrawing Room

Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard 
ashen skin with darting eyes never looking up
forever too frightened of seeing the truth reflected back 

In the unholy grail in visions of comrades within this un-sacred act of ransom 
the collective voice of the masked chorus urging them on wards 
then the integrated tragedy of hidden fears and secrets

A living sacrifice under this bargain where no one wins or gains
without boundaries of mortal limits there exists in this gunmetal airless demise 
unfettered woefulness and vainglory vie for victory 

The innocent victim's now the pawn's forgotten as pride twists obscurities 
severing the umbilical cord drowning breaths of existence
the sterile smell of unfinished lives permeating into the coal and ice


Tiny little footprints always remain's inside the womb's silenced facts 
the living water of life breaks no longer flows through the natural cord
leaving a chorus of continuous phantom's chanting in mendacious unity  

Opening the door of perdition where the tactical glare of a butchers knife 
held under a ghostly specter of a child that might have been treasured 
a face imagined but never seen and names never uttered 

A tortured remembrance of a pardon held precious beauty once
soon the vapour of shame burns off in an emptiness that still remains
glazes over a ruby rare passion 

Where fear & the constant loathing cannot fathom the uncertainties 
this future brings forth in the immenseness of what might have been 
not touching the soul properly 

The unborn yet to speak?
silenced unadorned gone forever jewel's 
always held within prayers of the faithful loving grace


a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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When the Beginning Is the End

I wish...
...our community treasured life;
I wish...
...she wasn't a deer caught in a headlight;
I wish...
...the law protected you;
I wish...
...my words had gotten through;
Then...
...maybe you would have been born;
Then...
...you would be a cause to rejoice instead of to mourn. 

"Children are a blessing and a gift from the Lord."--Psalm 127:3



Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016


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Against peace

This world has fallen into chaos 
Let's awake the sleeping demon
when a certain world leader 
has used from the forbidden book 

Totalitarian dictatorship under lies 
we need to pray to defeat these evil corrupt powers 
do you not think an angel rides in the whirlwind 
and directs this storm a new world order surfaces
 
An ingrowing disease spreads rapidly forcing 
destroying public opinion on moral choice 
for me it is easy knowing who controls deceit then 
secret handshakes with hidden meanings 
 
Signs away our rights at every turn becomes an obstacle 
human values are overturned in favour of the sinner 
the moral fabric of society has become twisted against truth
in views within murder humanity has completely gone insane


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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After the Abortion

Another would-be life slips down a hospital sluice -
a mangled tangle of tissue, a broken bouquet of limb buds.
Carmine carnage reduced to simplistic statistic.
But these hospitals are blanched mausoleum-white,
operating slabs are sarcophagi, stirruped legs are strung high

and a crimson slurry seeps from between splayed thighs.
Death-pimp doctors are gloved and gowned, loom imperious,
assume arrogance and surgical masks of indifference.
Feminine thought frisks to freedom now:
the biannual foreign holiday, career climbing and the company car.

Birth is an inconvenient blip on the social calendar.
Huddled horror-mute before my Philips flat screen last night,
peering through the fretwork of my fingers,
a sickening sea engulfed me; vertiginous waves
breaking on my body's shore, faintness flooding my head.

Today, I cannot elude my abhorrence;
it overshadows me, obliterates former complacency.
Tonight, people will be on the pull in club-clotted towns
and bedsprings will squeak a soulless sound
as more life is made to be taken.




9/16/2017


Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2017


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DOWN ON MY KNEES I GET DOWN TO PRAY

Down on my knees I get down to pray
My heart is full of pain
For this nation where I live
Is no longer now the same.

Babies are being murdered
Before they are even born
This evil in this nation
Has now become the norm.

Churches no longer fear the Lord
The truth they do not tell
Preachers spewing out their lies
Sending many souls to hell.

Christian prayer is removed from the schools 
What future has our children today 
Being dumbed down with common core 
We must begin to pray.

Why is man in this nation 
Removing our God given rights
Attacking all Christian principles
For these today we must fight.

Our freedoms we must never surrender 
Even though we may be a few
With Jesus the God of this nation 
There's nothing the devil can do.


Copyright © LEON WILSON | Year Posted 2016


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Aborted rights remain valid facts to speak up

Attempts to cull the human unborn have caused mass controversy 
despite the widespread damage this can cause to the population 
under stable growth moving forward killing the weaker of our group 

Whom are unable to defend themselves 
from this violent abuse system ever originating 
crushing morals branded as an inferior being 

Devaluing it's space of origin with these loveless acts of aggression 
towards another comes these deeply engraved remarks 
twisting truth turns venom and drinks from the souls of those innocent bodies 

Sacrificed as something rejected unworthy of love 
murdered not being up to standard classified worthless 
challenges the political role as lawless agendas creep 

The wide scale damage this causes on society 
at large it mounts up to an industry with inbuilt uncertainty 
revisits our future as the signs of chaos condemning basic rights to death


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2018


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Two Bags of Seed

When I was born
I came equipped
With two million seeds

Not warm enough
Nor moist enough
Or too many weeds

The sun not out
The soil not rich
Nothing that one needs

Some may call libel
My glean from the bible
But harken truth it reads

I take my stance
On abortion rights
From the Parable of Seeds


Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017


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Love was made for Heroes

Love was made for heroes....
who risk the thorn which cuts deepest,
but who's armor as Achilles,
even unto death ---
pledges faith to a thousand lords;
but only One shall make

Love is the hope of the gods,
where their seed shall spread,
more love,
and the lillies of the field
flourish to stardust,
and return;
a rose to wed the world...
and the mountains shall moan;
and move (Artemis!)
with a newborn's first cry

--- no coward 
shall love make more
but for bane lust;
and bastard-children ---
half in love
(half empty to the world)

No deceit in holy matrimony,
or the heart which flows the waterfall;
or a thousand deaths 
too grim to keep them part,
bound in eternity

Only the brave shall heroes be,
free in love....
lest the world perish;
and the sun go black
(for none shall see)







Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017


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Vultures prey on the innocent

Not even a ballot box can change the word etched 
when God has left man to his own independent council 
Choice of error has crept into every corner of society 
rights have been turned upside down undervaluing natural law 

Which in it's content is engraved deeply and implanted for a genuine reason 
vices are desires that sickens even demons 
Ruling against eternal justice reeks of an awful sinful soul 
what is wrong with the world today let us see 

They are afraid to speak the truth openly and democratically 
instead virtues and morals are fed to the lions
The first victim removing freedom 
weighs heavy chains attached anchor dropped 

Because of them having very little faith 
sinking beneath par they applaud the sinner 
removing peace fire breathing with shame and hate 
Condemning everything which is good 
with twisted malice beastly shaped with doctored views condemned 
it will end soon when everyone awakens 
from their sorrowful pitied state


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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Protect Your Pie and Reserve Your Rod

Your rod is not for signs my brother...
Stop looking for red seas to divide...
It should be the trophy of your bride...
That other sister need not to bother...

The pie between your thigh is priceless...
serving it cheaply to mark a moment
may lead to a lifetime of tearful torment...
Lose not your worth, Your royal badness.

Rash rodents seek sweet holes to plunder...
Let them not mess your milky mountains...
Some pies are pools from filthy fountains...
Let them put your heart and soul asunder...

I really believe that safe sex is sweet...
it makes real relationships romantic...
yet it does not make marriage realistic...
Safe hearts reduce stray dogs on the street.

No sex is really safe outside marriage...
some lovers often turn to lousy losers...
cheaters were one loyal skirt chasers...
Sex cannot save slaves from bondage




Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2017


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Jesus's day Christmas

When Christmas comes to the memories of Jesus.
Even when Christmas comes,every child smiles too.
And every child like Santa Claus becomes.
Come to Santa on this day, make the voice of all the kids.
With lovely lovely gifts, makes everyone happy.
When Christmas comes to the memories of Jesus.


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