In fact, it is the Israelis who laugh when and after they kill innocent children, women, and the elderly, as we see in Palestine and some other places now and in the past. I think most readers agreed with me except evil Zionists people and their supporters.
I.C.E.'s unhinged, unconstrained violence
killed a decent woman called Renée Good
It has evoked hot fury not silence
the fact that she had been misunderstood
Made Good look bad, glibbing he did what he had to do,
You see they’ve been given immunity
What is really sad, is he didn’t have to
Behold an assassin’s creed unity
This is a Force I cannot comprehend
Straight out of the fires of hell
The devil had us fooled, this Force NOT a godsend
Anyone can be taken; none safe from the ‘quota’ which makes my head swell
I look for answers and onto my faith
Yet nothing can fix an agent’s revenge
It’s all very cruel, his unkind heart‘ll force only his own wraith
Why must we be like this, I too look to avenge
Right of protest destroyed by violent emotion, becoming worse
There is no justice for Renée Good, only doubt
As her orphans ride off in a Hearse
Words kind and nice shall not suffice
From the depths of my soul, I shout
Kcuf I.C.E.!
Justice For Renée Nicole Good
1/10/26
The Killers of Happiness
Psychologists didn’t want my life, because I love God
They didn’t want my life here.– I respect the ancient past
The modern psychology tramples my life, because I love God
God gave my life; he created. Not a man, not a human. God didn’t create
He is eternal, I am not evil, but this is my life. God gave life
Not for psychology. Never. Just for the live. The life
Yes, life is pure without psychology. Psychology is demonic
Must
Destroyed
Life
Is winner
God, I know you do a lot for me, please forgive me
Never
Never
But
Destroy
This psychology
I don’t need
Parasites
In my life
God, I know I am a curse of your creation
God!
Never love me!
Just do justice!
Your commands are trampled underfoot by modern psychology
I am suffering
God, I suffer from modern psychology.
Because I love You
God
I am a victim
Of
Psychology
People shall recall Netenyahu kids killer wanted for murder.
Jesus's killers
I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I had
known for thirty years but never met was there. Do
not exist, was the answer. I wrote my name also; it
appeared I didn't exist either. I did once when
thinking it was vital, but some ladies
in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies in Jerusalem are dedicated, to keeping
holocaust alive, a hopeless case, all holocausts and
there have been many that have forgotten. Right now in
Palestine, there is low-level extermination going
on, but since the perpetrators are people who
suffered much, we pretend not to see.
As a man in an illegal Jewish settlement said:
We killed Jesus and are proud of it,
Soul killers
Rats running, dancing, having fun in my life
My heart hurts, full of suffering and bleeding
Walk in my purple sea, the beach is a desert life
There are no more beings, killed all by psychologists
No psychology
Only God
Please
Feral pigs
they have
killed
all night too plan
would I be their tortured
for another day
their shapes trickling
from the edges
of the fire
See I magine a group of shadows
gathered round a fire
I am weird cause none of ewe
Are me like
Freak my badge of
On our on hair
of the cat
with a Cheshire stare
Hatterly in the mem
brain act
Like soup man
Buy in bulk
Banner never carried
Study flying mammals as a hobby
Brush and yawn ehhhh
That guy sold spiders round the neighbourhood
Nice guy
Wander this way which leads to the red being read
the wrong weigh
Clerk would if he could but he
CAnt
The saddest thing about his monster it never got a name
They all think me more than I am
Must be these songs I sing again and again
Even I’m starting to believe in them
I wish I could start this life over again
Till then I’ll forget these feelings ever happened
Erase these visions from my mind
Perfectly balanced, well read with a killers aim
I die a little with every empty footprint leading to my past
That I can find
Till then I will remember all
Who have touched my soul
Watching them come and go then me moving on
With heavy legs I will keep marching on thru my past
In the end none of me will have ever mattered
Except in my scattered memories
As I only have today for short time longer
This soul within please be kind to me
Those who love the badgered Greek,
His eternal comfort seek,
Had to him killers' plans leak
That they'd take him to some peak
And there his flesh pierce - A Beak,
The Torture to last a week
And leave him mortally weak...
Foes who claim he calls one "freak,"
Never saw in him The Meek,
Wonder why he's in their creek,
Think his voice a bad door's creak
And his breaths of spirits reek...
"They'll beat you too with a stick
Until your life stops to tick!"
It is one hell of a risk
Away The Cops could Stan whisk,
By Jeff's window with a disc
They'll think he's there to things frisk,
Although, slow Stan's moves not brisk...
Stan means recording a rape;
He's gone there, too, with a tape
Any funny noise Clean Escape;
He's learnt to jump like an ape...
But Jeff has got a shot gun;
If he sees Stan, end of fun!
He, sure, shall blow Stan's brains out,
As he thinks of getting out
All gun's cartridges fire,
All idle killers hire!
The idea is damned risky,
Stan suspect of downed whisky.
Do not covet the good fortune of others
Greed and envy are killers of the soul.
Achieving on my own, that’s my druthers,
That is when I feel complete and whole.
Greed and envy are killers of the soul,
Good rarely comes from what isn’t earned
That is when I feel complete and whole
An important lesson in life I’ve learned.
Good rarely comes from what isn’t earned
Certainly, never will it be fully appreciated
An important lesson in life I’ve learned,
An envious attitude will never be satiated.
Certainly, never will it be fully appreciated
More craves more in a never-ending spiral,
An envious attitude will never be satiated
Indeed, it infects; it can be likened to a viral.
More craves more in a never-ending spiral,
Achieving on my own, that’s my druthers
Indeed, it infects; it can be likened to a viral,
Do not covet the good fortune of others.
Written October 10, 2022
Constrained, calm and cold, absent all strife
Puerile, placid, flaccid in life
Nothing to venture, little to gain
No bones are broken, no blood to stain…
...The tipping point looms, brain barely roils
Testosterone screams, blood pressure boils
Guts gorged and griping, grab for the gun
Head for the highway, ripping to run
Relentless reaper, sight seems to shrink
Sirens start shrieking, lights locked in synch
Neighbours take cover,
Strangers take flight
There is no pity, dark in this night
May 20, 2021
Say ‘Yes’ to infantry
Not to Banditry:
To a nation-shepherding troop,
Not to a wealth-chasing group
From shattered homes
Or discontented domes.
A mass approach to violent robbery
By haters of stories that targets were slippery,
Enacting scenes unspeakably horrible
Just to make annoying failure impossible.
Treasure-Crazy killers
At times, televised in thrillers
But scarcely a heralded team
And at whom smiles don’t beam.
Alass! A much unchecked bloodletting
In every vista, every setting
Lives wasting that never will be bought
And screams unlocking from the ruthlessly shot.
It’s an unceasing hunger
To often sound vulgar
Between “Son-of-a-”
To whom they’re resolved to ditch
And “I’ll ing shoot you”
To whom they didn’t care to find out ‘who’?
But-Thanks-quarrel they would over spoils,
Gangsters highly rating their individual toils
Though sometimes from memories lost to rum,
Now ordering them to burst one another’s bum!
We, the human race
are destroying, our only place
by cutting down, our life filters
and becoming, the human killers
We build, with concrete jungles
causing us, to huddle in bubbles
while turning the sky, into a fry
with our smoke, that can only choke
We breed, like a petri-dish
and we kill, so many fish
while filtering poison, into our waterways
and allowing plastics, to enter our bays
We kill animals, to make medicine
as we don’t have, too much discipline
and they say, we must have money
but it is money, taking us, down the dunny
We have science, to help us out
but we have many, who are cloned out
as we have leaders, with their own agenda
spreading fake news, for their propaganda
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