Behold the living and the dead.
The false name of your mask never dies,
And your distant, weeping confession
Is a pain that belongs to you alone.
Even if the love of sorrow drifts far away,
A dream that cannot laugh remains your only freedom.
The axe that strikes after blind faith
Is a wound of yours that can never be washed away.
The beauty within your singing voice
Is a silent dignity you can never confess.
Behold! Look at that light of reflection.
Are you still walking all online, all alone?
Cornwall Security employee has in daylight today exited work vehicle in thousand oaks to initiate false name using another's forcibly removing public utility access from the army corps of engineers in the United States of America. Per declaration
Removing free speech
Time now is 9:59a.m
Interested parties up to the AFL-CIO and all account holders in California have previously been named defendents
Order of city draw from account concludes upon registration entries of harbor house desk pantry fool reception.
As to whom is eating
Typically "fasting" days, rights and laws devolve internment districting rather astutely in history.
That one has as currency and is currently undergoing the burden of halting on side notes for another's labor in a daylights gaining momentum.
Conjectures reposing argument precludes
-Fort Nought-
Albeit the fire rising...They remained remorseless in the comfort of their characteristic shadows.
Slaughter.
A disgraced forethought. The days counting down the houses wretched sins.
Stripped clean of the titles. The magistrate.
Ignited in the lies, piling a top of a false name. A privilege to even speak.
Sentenced before themselves, the justified folk they believe to be.
Impending, a term so accustomed that the thought alone is considered a comfort.
Nought. No longer will said name bleed the treachery of a living falsehood.
Understand. Pity and mercy are things that have been given.
They are yet to find out...It can be so easily taken away.
A Religious Idiot
Why should God be one we all shall blame?
Always bare witness by and call false name
Put top shame and then continually criticize
Making some more excuses and many alibis.
God's son was recognized as village idiot
And to His way of thinking did not commit
Tore down church and built another idol
Soon created shock waves becoming tidal.
Accused God of messing with our each mind
While wavering on brink as if we were blind
And eventually at end came to a conclusion
We were deceived and He was an allusion.
President person will become one weird day
Times are now gray and all full of dismay
None of us to Trump have ever mattered
And dreams we once had are all shattered.
What started out great became a lost cause
And as to a conclusion all our lives draws
Down wrong path we have all been led
Would be success if followed God's instead.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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