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For example a Dachshund dog was thrown 5 floors to his death
The owner photographed this and posted it online
His dog looked like he was sleeping but was dead
I tracked the Dachshund Dog’s Killer down and killed him
I put him in an 80s violent video game with block graphics
I hit him with a stabbing dagger in both shoulders
Then machete chopped half of his pinto skull off
Finally finishing him off with a flick knife in the gut
Next there was the case of the animal rescue centre
9 pussycats were murdered for no real reason
Except they were living in the centre
I drove up to the animal sanctuary in a Technical
I beeped and they opened the gates and I saw him
The Pussycat Murderer who swaggered about like a real man
I aimed my remote control 50 Cal gun with my PS2 controller
And popped the motherer with a hundred 50 Cal Raufoss rounds
A woman cut the foot off her dog with a machete
Because the dog annoyed his owner
All this was filmed and posted online
I found the Limping Woman who made her dog painfully limp
I said Hi and smirked then tightly tied her up
And had my way with her 25 times in a calendar day
Her pussy was sore and needed stitching due to the table leg
As did her feet when I sliced off all her damn toes
Most bizarre of all was the small dog
Who was partly skinned alive by his owner
This dog was rescued and given treatment
Dog Skinner was a hard man to find but not hard in a fight
I threw him a knife and said, ‘Skin me or be maimed...’
His lunges were slow and unskilled and embarrassing
I blocked them with one hand and closed my eyes
I snapped his spine with one single side kick
And a man drove his car and threw out his dog
Like a bit of trash with duct taped up feet and muzzle
The cops rescued the dog and jailed the man
I impersonated a Police Officer and ‘apprehended’ the suspect
Who had just been released from jail for leaving his pet dog for dead
He let me into his house and I Tasered the bastard and duct taped him up
I dragged Dog Duct Tape Man to my fake squad car and put him in the trunk
I drove him to a secluded spot and did a very enjoyable EJK
I enjoyed each and every act of Pet’s Revenge and Murder
This is my new job and I always enjoy it and get away with it
I have backing from Big Brother and the Illuminated People
When you look at cancel culture,
and what it has become today,
you can’t help but look back and think
it didn’t use to be this way.
Free speech was once more respected,
people allowed to say their peace,
half the lefties who want us gone
once said the people should speak free!
So why is it that they do this,
what has made them seek to repress?
There’s several reasons, each worthy
of examination, redress.
The politicians are simple,
they see it as a useful tool
to rid themselves of annoying
people who think the pols are fools.
Like all the tyrants of the past
they love making souls ‘disappear,’
and any thing that helps them out
they will indulge in with great cheer.
their kind has always been this way,
The founders knew that pols were sh-t,
but they can’t use tools unless we
let the jerks get away with it.
And we know that the corporate types
just go along to get along,
fearing so much to get bad press
they don’t care if their acts are wrong.
So in bed with the government
they’ll cower and do as they’re told,
so afraid of losing money
that they don’t dare anything bold.
They think twitter is the real world,
and shrink back from shrieking harpies,
afraid that if they don’t play ball
they’ll lose out on the ESG.
Ignoring the big audience
that is waiting for them out there,
openly calling us bad names
to convince the crazies ‘they care.’
Then there’s the weak majority
who never grew out of high school,
they bit their tongue and say the words
out of fear they might not look ‘cool.’
That they would appear out-of-place
from what the news preaches to them,
fearing what other people think,
scared that they might lose all their friends.
These people don’t cancel themselves,
they just try to keep their heads down,
but when someone’s life is ruined
these types are nowhere to be found.
They do not bother to speak out
even when they think it’s wrong,
they rationalize the evil,
because in truth, they’re not that strong.
willing to give up all their rights,
then go make excuses for that,
they’re feeding the alligator
hoping that in will eat them last...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
No wonder why she was envied for her shiny hair
not for her agility, beauty and whim;
her name was Wilderness Flower...
how could her mother have given her such a name?
Unique and beautiful was her superb dancing,
friends made fun of her...humming,
" Wilderness Flower, why do you hide your laugh?
Are you impersonating someone else? "
She ignored those silly remarks,
by gently landing on her feet,
" Can you dance, not leap like foxes? "
she responded with a voice so meek.
" Surely we can and much better than you, of course! "
They challenged with a cowardly threat,
Wilderness Flower replied, " Why do you sweat? "
They stared at her and shouted with voices too coarse,
" Prove to us how talented you are! "
" we are better trained than you by far! "
She defiantly yelled at them performing with laughter on her tongue
and would they let her get away with it, or prove her wrong?
On stage she performed for a bunch of fools
who didn't think she was the very best...
and would Wilderness Flower set them loose? "
" Why spoil it with hastiness? Let them wait and guess! "
Was her murmur that not even a soul could hear,
so why they acted so immaturely and allowed fear?
On the shining floor she intentionally slipped screaming,
" I broke my knee...drive me to the emergency room,
I may not make at all and die on the way over! "
" Don't die on us, Wilderness Flower...we are sorry for our bullying!"
And pledging they cried and swore seeing their guilt loom.
" You fanatics played with my emotions with convincing flair! "
She attacked them with loud scolding words.
" But since you admitted your foolishness, I will forgive you all,
if you let me make fun of your silliness and die a sweet death
by laughing as hard as I can! Wilderness Flower exclaimed.
" Please do, we can accept that, but promise not to return as a mad bull! "
They all crossed their fingers as she went into deep sleep...
did she really give up her soul for some silly dancers who did more than leap?
Entered in Natalie the Rouge Rhymer's contest,
" Die A ' Fun ' Death Contest "
even though Correa has finally
granted asylum to Julian
so that the empire’s little concubines
in England & Sweden can’t
pass him off to the growling beasts
salivating & waiting in the shadows of
the US (hands twitching fervently
in seething anticipation, all ready to
to torture him far far worse than
Bradley Manning has already been
& inevitably kill him in order to
spread fear to all who might try &
expose its lies & grotesquely villainous
acts in the attempt to stop it from beating
us all into further submission), the British
government wields its threats now to raid
the Ecuadorian embassy in order to chain
him up & take him, this man who has
opened the door, who has shown the
people of the world that they need not
get down on their knees & accept the
demands of the US---
that we need not lay down for the rape
that we need not do what we are told,
abiding the will of destruction that it
marches ahead with throughout the world
without conscience, as if history will
not remember what is happening, as if
this monster is impenetrable & invincible,
as if
it will never finally fall &
at home, here in the belly of the beast,
we will suffer at the hands of president
hope & change, whose National Defense
Authorization Act, eliminates Habeus Corpus
for us private citizens, using nearly $650 billion
dollars of our tax money to do so---
this showdown in the UK, shows just how
far the British government is going to go, in
order to suppress any individual who is
trying to illuminate & inform---it shows
just what the powers that be will do in order to
be good little dogs, tugging at their leashes,
held by the policeman of the world &
if they get away with it, it will be yet another
nail in the coffin of our species---
one more in the greater series of taking away
our rights, one more in the greater series
of commanding us to do the bidding of the
wealthy interests of the world & one more
in the rapid move towards extinction.
while working one evening at the plant,
an older man began explaining to a younger man next to him
just how easy it would be for him to get away with
killing someone.
the young man,
now more attentive than ever before
(once the older man mentioned that he would have no problem
killing someone),
sat there while the older man laid out his plan---
he explains that he would use an older rifle that he has hanging in his
house (one whose make no longer exists),
and that he would simply drive up next to the house of the person he
hated,
and while waiting with a scope on the rifle,
from a distance he would pluck his enemy’s life right out of them
as to him it would be
“just like hunting a deer.”
the younger man digs down deep within
for that part of him that feels could kill
and responds to the older man:
“i know could kill somebody & get away with it too---yep, just like
killing a deer”
the two agree that after killing whomever it is that they want dead,
they’ll feel better because said individual will no longer
be around to annoy them.
and the gunslingers build up their stocks of
guns & ammo
they breed their sons to love guns & if they don’t go off to war
after being spoon-fed grandiose amounts of patriotic
excrement
which will prepare them for being
hired killers
somewhere else in the world,
they stay at home within these borders &
fester.
the american gunslinger is a special kind,
one whose history comes from the celebrated
“wild west,”
and who shook fear into others that would stand in their
way---
these psychos want to be able to parade around with their
big cocks out
so that all the world will see just how much of a man they
really are
(in their big trucks with their big guns, compensating again &
again, so obviously, for their itty bitty peenie weenies).
as an inward, xenophobic, extension of the empire,
directed within
at itself---
they are doing a bang up job!
It what it is?
How can it be what it is?
These are humans,
These are living beings,
Just like you and me!
How would you like it?
if you were the ones.
You were the ones that were facing all the sins that you do against a fellow brother
Yes they are your brother
Yes they are sins
Your father, God!!
We are His children
We are all brothers and sisters of one Father
That’s your brother
That’s your brother that you torture
That’s your brother that you sell
You cause pain and suffering
You are immoral
You torture
You stab
You beat
Thousand and thousand times
Over and over again
With no absolute remorse
That's the sin of your hands and foot
But your eyes they sin the most
The watch you do all that
And they watch you
Without a single blink
why won't you blink
you enjoy it
you enjoy every bit of it
you enjoy yourself
As you cause pain beyond belief,
Harm beyond belief,
torture beyond belief.
Beyond belief!
Absolutely beyond belief!
Because no words are strong enough to carry the pain you cause
Not to an animal
Not to a toy
But to your own brother and sister
If you think you tape their mouths not to hear their screams,
I promise you they will follow you for eternity.
Each life you take
Every pain you cause
Will follow you till judgment day
It's a sad world
A sad world indeed
Because you think you could get away with it
You are getting away it
Just like many others before you
Just like many others now
If the Rohingya people in Myanmar are being massacred and fleeing,
With a pope visit,
That spoke about peace without mentioning the massacre
Surely, if I was you I would think I could get away with it.
Perhaps, you might.
Don't be too sure because no one gets away with anything on judgment day
Each of you will pay
All sins will be accounted
It is NOT what it is !!!
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Everyone has fears. Let's try to have faith greater than our fears. Let's allow light to illuminate our souls and highlight the darkness that we fear. Negative emotions do not have to be bad. We are all dark and light.
These things we hold on to
By Michelle Morris
27/01/2023
These things we hold on to
They are often driven by fear
But if we can be still and calm
Look within and have faith
We can release them
And be free...
If we set free our anger
We fear that the transgressions against us will be diminished
If we set free our forgiveness
We fear that they will get away with it
If we set free our judgement
We fear that others will feel that we aren't enough
If we set free our grief
We fear that we may lose the memory of those who have passed
If we set free our shame
We fear that we will be seen for our authentic selves and be found wanting
If we set free our truth
We fear that we won't survive the honesty
If we set free our hope
We fear that we will become comfortable and be more dismayed at the potential "other shoe" dropping
If we set free our love
We fear that we will be hurt and that our love won't be reciprocated
If we set free our light
We fear that we will shine too brightly for others to accept
Have faith greater than your fears
Allow love and light to soothe your soul
Allow healing and blessings to all
Have a heart that is open and bold
You can embrace the darkness
You can heal it with light
We are all a balancing act
Between day and night
For these things we hold on to
They will eventually fade away
Nothing mortal can last forever
Our souls exist beyond
Emotional mayhem
Have faith greater than your fears
Live with hope and prayer
Embrace mercy and grace
Feel light and love
And be free
For these things we hold on to
Are not who we aspire to be
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Storm: Mexico's Killing Fields
A failed state by anyone's definition. With a corrupt government. Hand in hand with the drug cartels. Same with every branch of the armed forces and police. All in it together. Partly funded by drugs, kidnappings and murders. With weapons and equipment provided by America. Broken faith that it makes a difference.
Eighty thousand dead in over a decade of drug wars. Twenty six thousand missing. A number that rises each day. A tap on your door at 6AM. Taking you in front of your family. Resist? Then you die. How many families can pay up? How many hostages are safely released and reunited? Who is taken next?
Nobody is safe. Drive down the highway, cops can pull you over. Call your family, he says turn your phone off. You disappear. Forever. Government say it'll help; it doesn't. Only the families keep looking. So many missing loved ones. They look even if it kills them. No other option.
There are burn pits in the mountains. Your loved ones died here. There is evidence: broken bones, ashes, empty fuel containers, bits of rubber and wood. To destroy the bodies so DNA is corrupted. The chances of identification are almost zero. The thugs are both smart and skilled. And always get away with it.
The year 2015, it's just like 1985. Events in Mexico are bigger than Argentina, Chile, El Salvador and Nicaragua combined. The 'Disappeared' keep disappearing. Students going on a demo end up missing, presumed dead. Not even the army intervened. Was it them? Working with the cartels?
The whole world is watching and nothing is changing. What will it take? A revolution born in the land of revolution? The blood of a hundred thousand more to stop this mess? Rising up and overthrowing their corrupt leaders, the military and police. Is that possible? Or a fool's dream in a one sided war?
I as myself as did countless other folk
I witnessed today
Going about our daily mundane day
to day chores
Passed through the square where
a man stood there with unkempt
disregard for his very own personal
grooming
Underneath a sign he had himself
wrote on a piece of cardboard he
had obviously dig out the trash
He held up with both of his hands
as high as he possibly could above
head so everyone was able to see
With a message displayed on it
which read
Keep calm and carry on regardless
We have all of us got this under control
Our role is simply rather to not to question
but follow
Everything we are told by the power's
that be that are currently in charge of
the future of all us
And no matter however implausible nor
insane they seem or appear
Know this 1 thing for sure trust and
believe at the heart of every single
decision
They might make and be forced into
take they sincerely do on all behalf
Is with both heavy and our very best
interests at heart
Otherwise ask yourself this why on
earth would we have taken the decision
in the 1st place
To use you and offer you up as merely
sacrificial pawns unless we didn't initially
think we could or thought you wouldn't
let us get away with it
But so confident are we and cemented
in our beliefs that you are so inherently
stupid
We took a vote on a show of hand's and
it passed with such a majority
We then all though unto ourselves
oh what the hell let's give it a go
What is the worst possible outcome
that could happen
Much like every and other day before
and tomorrow again
Death by misadventure.
That is sadly how
most Black lives
wrongfully and unnecessarily
lost at the hands of police officers
are written off these days.
It's become the new normal.
Yet another Black life
has been snuffed out
while in the custody
of White cops.
It all played out
in broad daylight.
People out on the street
watched one
committing murder.
Despite repeated pleas
from onlookers, he remains
heartlessly indifferent,
kneeling
on a black man's neck,
blocking his airway,
putting over 100 lbs of pressure
on his spinal cord!
Who does that?
A man of color is pleading
for his life...and air.
"I can't breathe!" "I can't breathe!"
Hmm, why does that sound familiar?
Meanwhile his back-ups
are standing around
doing nothing,
saying nothing;
obviously complicit
in George Floyd's murder
Their punishment?
Loss of employment.
That's it? Seriously!?
Sorry, Minneapolis
Accountability
doesn't go far enough here!
From the looks of it
you've diagnosed
and dismissed
this senseless loss
of an African-American life
as mere death by misadventure,
which is outrageous.
Those cops should be charged
with murder, Minneapolis!
It was murder.
You don't get away with it
just because
you wear a uniform,
just because
you've got connections,
just because
you're rich and powerful,
just because
you're Caucasian,
just because
you're Black.
Unjustified murder
is unjustified murder.
Their punishment must fit
their heinous crime.
Justice for George Floyd!
Justice for his grieving family!
Do more, Minneapolis!
Date written: 05/28/2020