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Seen.' Crime? Feeding pidgeons and other
Birds, carted off in handcuffs read all about it in the independant uk.!
On morning's rise
A knight did ride
Into our side of town.
With his radiant stride,
And pearl armor which shined,
Our gaze was his golden crown.
He graced us with death-defying tales.
Of dark chasms he nearly fell.
And spoke of caves and coves,
The which, night's fiends surely hailed.
And in the midst of his vivid ballads,
He asked for some silver.
For his steed had suffered blindness
"From brutal war," he addressed
To any who'd lend their ear.
"Of course," we cried!
"Anything for a hero of mine!"
We gave him half our coin.
But it was only after he glided
Through noon's set did I realize:
That when he turned to wink goodbye
His horse had two full eyes.
Thrice about the cauldron go
and answer me, if it be known.
Untie the words and give them form,
dissect the ingredients of murder’s charm.
A new tradition has traction gained,
a tradition of alienated masculine pain.
Where insults demand their due in blood
in schools, in stores, and quiet neighborhoods.
All my friends have turned to fiends
Disturbed fits them to a tee
hee became a chuckle insidious
Trust in shallow grave
hastily buried
Face down in case it tries to resurface
Every helping hand loped
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Every gift been stolen
Pity been spat in my face
Walked through over and passed
alone i think i will last
Feathered Fiends
by Michael R. Burch
Fascists of a feather
flock together.
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Alternate:
Conformists of a feather
flock together.
Keywords/Tags: fascists, flock, together, fascism, conformists, nazis, blackshirts, brownshirts, dictator, tyrant, autocrat, despot, totalitarian, cultist, militarist, war, World War I, World War II, world conflicts, racism, racist, injustice, brutality, murder, violence, power, military
For My Germany Bread Friends and Fiends
About bread what we found to be so surprising,
Flour yeast seemed to find much trouble rising;
Oh my Lord,
Flat as a board;
Now have been in agony and are aggrandizing.
LXXX
The war is won, the battles just begun
The hellish fiends with stealth creeps on the ground
Yet feigns so high and bright just as the sun
That will to have their souls in darkness bound
Then sounds a roar to melt our hearts in grief
To make us weep in shame and mock our tears
By faithless fears that turn to disbelief
Our precious life to spend in wasted years
I hear a mighty cry, “thus saith the Lord”
Thy armor wear and bear the shield of faith
Unsheath thy sword, it is God’s holy word
Defeat the horde of evil filled with hate
I pray thee not thyself alone assail
That we might ‘gainst the gates of hell prevail
do we fly on angel's wings
or do we dive into satans springs
he lived his life upon thin ice, but still he came to skate
so never does he ever think twice, cus he still makes the same mistake
why does he always make it happen
why cant he just stay on the wagon
his tongue is a lake, awaiting to be dampened
while his fate, is to continue to chase the dragon
into the forest where its dark and cold
where his heart weighs hard upon his soul
he knows it wrong but he longs for her touch
her helping hand hes in her clutch
and how he gone, from just not wanting to feel the same
so he started lighting up on mary jane
and then he went to blow his nose
leaving an open hole now growing within his soul
becuase now its H, no family no friends
and now he waits, oh how he waits
just to fill her touch again
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