Didn't you know that in the new age America
court cases are decided
by rioters and intimidators
congressional race baiters
getting their rocks off on division and skin tone.
The jurors' box has turned into a carton of quaking eggs...
the media (those harlots of hype and hate)
spreading their corporate-sponsored legs
for the sake of ratings.
Tenderizing the meat of facts
force-feeding the nation, the fat and gristle of
irrational emotion.
Didn't you know that this new age America has
"woken" straight into the whirling eye of chaos-
an anti-white and new age blindness.
The flavor of rage
For all the bullies out there,
Do you realize what you have done.
You mess with people's feelings,
And this you think is fun.
Well I'm going to tell you something,
And I mean it from the heart.
You are nothing but a load of losers,
And this is just the start.
Your just, tyrants, tormentors,Intimidators,
A scourge upon this land.
We won't put up with people like you,
It's time we made a stand.
go and crawl, back into your hole,
And don't ever come out.
This site is for the nice people,
Who have something to write about.!
Failure is refusing to willfully engage, encounter, or face that which we perceive will do us harm.
Effective threats can render timidity, rendering void the realization of our own ability and power.
Activities or conditions otherwise pleasant, may turn violent and increase our heart rates.
Resolutions of compromise often are influenced by the appeasements from the uncivilized.
Never allow fear to control us; but realize that love evicts fear, rendering it null and void.
Opsticles are not road blocks or walls, but tools of training, making me a stronger person.
Terrorists are cowards, intimidators, and afraid of the light wherein lies the real fight
08282017 PS Contest, Fear, Debbie Guzzi
My feelings use to be bottled in
so I didn't know where to begin.
I picked up a pen and let my story begin.
Do I write because I'm right
or for others delight .
Do I write out of fright
or do I write because there is enough light.
If my beats aren't tight
Lord let my words still take flight.
I'm not a fighter I'm a writer.
That's why I will only fight you on paper
where it's much safer.
I will always fight for what I believe in.
So to all my haters,complainers,
intimidators,and all debaters.
This will never stop me
because God's spirit is within me.
May the words I now utter
melt hearts like butter.
I don't know where this might go,
but I'll keep writing
and watch it grow.
You!
Harbinger of wars
Impeder of enlightenment
I beseech you
Begone, begone with you
Cease beguiling
The weak, the meek
With atonement
For alleged sins
Cease spearing
The flesh of the simple
With your evil seed
Behind the vespers
In the corrupted house
Of your alleged God
For my eyes are open
I see the veracity
Behind the fraud
Scoundrels that you are
You think you own
By lies sown
Spewed forth from
The house of Rome
Intimidators of purgatory
And hell
Inquisitors of death
I pity you
For, you
Rule by fear
And fear alone
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