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The New Society
We are living on the Earth now. This planet is full of suffering
Aggression, wars, murders, brutalism, cruel mentalities
Humanity’s soul has not evolved, but there are pure hearts
They are the members of the new Earth, of a new planet
Why? Because the new culture on the new planet is clean
There is no aggression, selfishness, or desire to rule; just life
Works together, this a rule and a saying, there a galactical law
Live and work together to build better and better words of planets
Live life in the endless universe is the time of the beating loving heart
‘Come.’ Said Satan.
‘Thank you for the invitation.’ I answered.
‘Bring your love.’ Said Satan.
‘I’ll kill her.’ I answered.
‘She is here soon.’ Said Satan.
‘I will kill myself.’ I answered.
Love
Death
Life
And love
We live
On
A new
Planet
Called
(for)
Love
How did it come to pass that
belonging to a religion is now
considered a stupid act?
And when being anti-American,
a sign of superior intellectuality?
When no respect for our laws on
the books are heeded?
When, did it become popular to
kill newborns, supported by
women dressed as female body
parts, marching in the streets?
Worse, to express any and all
Conservative political opinions,
as for this may mean you will be
avoided or physically beaten?
The most insulting of all, to have
mass murders, allowing the killer
to live, we just need his Manifesto
to justify it all?
And howling politicians dancing on
the graves of the dead like wolves!
Just to get into the White House?
Ungodly shameless, is all!
August 4, 2019
4pm PST
Hello. I think that you, like most people, have met me.
My name is Irresponsibility, and I live up to my name.
I will never forget "The Twinkies Defense" used by
Dan White's attorneys in the double murders of
Mayor Moscone and Harvey Milk in San Francisco.
Should I be held responsible for things I do when
under the influence of sugars or other consumables?
I will neither lie, cry, nor deny that I did the things
for which I am accused. Yes, I did them. But.
But I will never take responsibility for my actions.
I ran the stop sign, but I should not have to pay the fine.
He, her, them, or they? It's okay, but certainly not Me.
Yes, I pulled the trigger, but I did not make the gun.
The government needs better laws to stop gun makers.
Indeed, I concur and consent that this confession
is in essence a concession filled with 'Buts, Howevers,
Moreovers, and of course, Whatever'; but not a 'Period'.
Yes, I'm a thief and a cheat, but it is not my fault.
The devil, his demons, and all their friends made me do it.
It is therefore not my fault, and I will not take the BLAME.
If you understood my problems, you would never BLAME me .
And we are left here
Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated
Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel
Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk
Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk
We are the forgotten
I am watching the others grow rotten
But I am cleansed and raw with glee
Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE…
I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams
Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds
My definition of true finds…
I smile when any possible hope arrives
Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside
I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing
As bitter tears began to fall
I HATE ALL OF YOU…
I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL…
But I love that I can take anything
From the nothing we have all been labeled
The sick, the low…the mentally unstable
Watch me roll up in a ball
A naughty tease to death’s lull
I love your silence…
I love your intense fall
And we are more alive than any of you
We are crazed by your belligerence
Aching to be emotionless
SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE
SHARE IT…
Give us something to be left with
So the others can die
As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror
Listen to her laughter—do you hear her?
She watches and waits
To find her maggots have grown wings…
Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly
We are more alive than any of you
Though quickly we die
THE MANY DEATH THREATS PERHAPS SINCE CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 THESE THREATS CONTINUED EVEN RIGHT BEFORE THE CAR BOMB IGNITED MY FACE WITNESS ON LICENSE PLATES MY FATE WITNESSING THE PLOTTING OF ARSON MURDER OF 8 ELDERLY PERSONS PERHAPS 1998 HOMELESS PERISHED IN THE FIRE OVER THE CONTENTS OF THE TAILOR SHOP RESULTED IN VICTIM 9 MY WITNESSING THE PLOTTING OF GARGANO ARSON MURDERS OF 9 RESULTED IN A CONVOY OF THREATS BULLYING I DON'T BELIEVE MAFIA LEADERS LIKE JOHN GOTTI EVER HAD A CONVOY OF TERRORIST THREATS NO MATTER HOW MANY BODIES SAMMY THE BULL SAID HE KILLED FOR JOHN GOTTI THE CONVOY MASSIVE TERRORIST THREATS LIKE BEING IN PARIS IN FRONT OF A SHOP AWAITING YOUR DEATH TO BE CARRIED OUT YOU HAVE ENEMIES HIRED TO BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT ESPECIALLY AFTER THE FIRE CHEIF HELPED TO COVER THE MURDERS ONLY TO HAVE VICTIM 9 BRINING THIS HORRID HORRID MURDERS CLOSER INTO VIEW DEATHS THREATS OF BURNING US ALIVE VERY ODD STOP SENDING TERRORISTS THREATS STOP INTIMIDATING TERRORISTS THREATS IT'S TRULY SAD CIRO JUST STOP WHY ARE YOU TERROZING MY FAMILY OVER THOSE 9 PEOPLE WHO PERISHED IN THOSE FIRES OF HELL 9 PERSONS ON OXYGEN MACHINES I DON'T FEAR YOUR TERRORISTS THREATS ITS VERY HARD DRAINING READING YOUR DEATH THREATS I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM YOUR JUNK SICK OFFICERS HIRED AS SECURITY WHILE YOU BURNED PEOPLE ALIVE STARTLING I SURVIVED THAT DEADLY BOMB IGNITED MY FACE JUST COVER YOUR EYE BABY 30 SECONDS OF TICKING
The Real Monsters
We are afraid of fire breathing dragons and scaly lizards.
Things that go bump in the night. Shadow creatures
who live under our beds and in our closets. Yeti
and Big Foot. Pale ghosts and poltergeists.
Chupacabra’s and vampires. Blood red
demons with pitchforks and horns.
Imaginary monsters that
can do us no real harm.
Why do we fear
them.
What we should be afraid of are people who chose evil.
MS13 and coyotes that traffic in human misery.
Corporate media giants that censor speech. Corrupt
politicians who sell us out to foreign countries.
School boards that label parents terrorists.
Dictators that oppress. Political correctness.
Murders, abusers, gossips, embezzelers.
Wars, hatred and genocide.
We should fear these. For
they are the
real
monsters.
Welcome to Planet Earth,
Our very own looney bin,
Where no human
Is without sin.
Surely it is not only us out there,
Perhaps more advanced beings,
Or, perhaps not,
In an eternal universal space,
There must be another
Inhabited place,
No matter who they are
Or who they be.
Rumour has it, we are contagious
That the symptoms we display,
Will reach galactic proportion,
Bringing upon us diseases, lack of water
Deforestation, many a misfortune,
Oh dear God, forgive us,
We have ruined,
Almost all that you gave us,
Sadly through over population,
God, have you reached your tether
With us, we have even
Altered out weather,
Animals have no home, forests
Are being depleted,
Because of Mans greed,
Our asylum can no longer proceed,
We must concede,
For we have to succeed,
No one knows what to do,
We are losing our sanity,
Suicides, murders, torture,
We must search or souls
To regain humanity,
And refrain from profanity
It was predictable,
Many have become despicable,
War, criminality, sheer brutality,
Our children through social media
losing their innocence and individuality,
We need salvation,
And must open our doors to
The poor, the desperate, the needy
Whoever the Nation,
Remember we all come under
The same umbrella, of God’s creation.
GARGANO CRIME FAMILY CONTINUES TO CONTROL RACKETEERING MURDER AND MAYHEIM FROM THE ITALIAN MAFIA IN AMERICA UNDER THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF MILWAUKEE CIRO GARGANO CONTROLLING GOVERNMENT OFFICES EXTORTION BEING SWEPT UNDER MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI OVER THE MAFIA ARSON MURDERS RESULTING IN THE CAR BOMB IGNITING MY SKULL ARSON MURDER OF NINE PERSONS LITERALLY MASS MURDERS THE SHEER BULLYING INTIMIDATION FROM GAMBINO CRIME FAMILY SENDING ME THREATS FROM JOHN GOTTI JR. ENFORCERS ATTEMPTING TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY TO FEED INTO ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS FROM JAMAICA RESULTING IN SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD JAY JHORE JOHNSON HER MOTHER TONI PERPUTRATING IDENTITY FRAUD UPON MY SPACE THREATENING MY MILITARY FAMILY HERE IN AMERICA SENDING ENFORCERS FROM PUGLIA ITALY TO CONTROL THE AMERICAN MAFIA AFTER CIRO GARGANO MADE HIS BONES WITH THE ANTHONY BIERNAT MURDER IN WISCONSIN WHILE CIRO STILL CONTROLS THE MILWAUKEE MAFIA THE GAMBINO FAMILY COLLECT A PRETTY PENNY FROM ALL THE FAMILIES THEE SHEER EXTORTION ATTEMPT OF MY AMERICAN POETRY HERE IN AMERICA I NEVER DREAMED MY DISABLED WRITING WOULD BE SCORE FOR THE MAFIA BIG GIANT POWERHOUSES TRYING TO EXTORT MY POETRY ABOUT MY PANIC ATTACKS AFTER SURVIVING WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI GETTING CIRO GARGANO MAFIA CRIME BOSS PRISON TIME CUT HE ACTUALLY GATHER HIGH RANKING ASSOCIATES TO IGNITE A CAR BOMB INTO MY FACE FINALLY EXTORT MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM TO LAUNDER THE MILWAUKEE DRUG STASH AND SEVERAL HIGH RANKING JAMAICAN CARTEL
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Once upon a time there was a city of sins,
where mean and brash people had their inns.
Murders, robbery and theft was what they did,
In their evil world was where they finally hid.
One fine day, God decided to pay them a visit,
He finally took the form of a child and did it.
The moment they saw God's face, they were ashamed,
On each other they decided to put the blame.
For each of them was afraid to go to hell,
They were so scared as the church began ringing bells.
Guilt and shame, the murderers were afraid to show,
So they finally decided to kill God to get rid of this blow.
They caught hold of him and poked nails in his hands,
They put a crown on his head and threw him on the land.
All that was not enough, so they hung him on a cross,
After he died, they realized that it was they own loss.
They had killed the God who had loved them so,
Much more than the sinners could ever know.
God didn't mind if his suffering and death was arranged,
For the pain would be worth it, if his children changed.
After his death the people realized their mistake,
They wept and cried as their minds finally were awake.
They begged God for forgiveness with every honest tear they shed.
God listened to their prayers, Easter came by and God rose from the dead.
I built a living creature with every body part that I could find.
I had no idea that I was giving him a psychopathic mind.
He has a flat head, green skin and bolts in his neck.
He escaped from my lab and he's on a violent trek.
He has killed ten men, eight women and even a little boy.
The villagers are after my creature because he must be destroyed.
When I stitched him together, I didn't know that he would kill.
All I wanted to do was create life and now misery is what I feel.
My creature will continue his killing spree, there's no doubt.
Surprisingly he just returned to my lab and I blew his brains out.
It's great that he's dead because his carnage was as deadly as a disease.
I'm responsible for my creature's murders and I'll surrender to the authorities.