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Do I believe in conspiracy theories?
Do I believe that powerful people would get together regularly,
and plan certain outcomes that would benefit them exclusively?
Do I believe that powerful interests would operate unlawfully,
and even kill people possibly?
Do I believe that secret government agencies,
might on occasion feel the need,
to assassinate someone and cover it up covertly?
Naaah!
I believe that everything in America and the world is open for all to see,
and that powerful people always play by the rules religiously,
for the benefit of everybody.
* NOTE: The conclusion above was stated sarcastically.
To live with victory won by the sin of cheating,
corruption becomes physically manifest -
unethical, corrupt political leaders might triumph,
and our Constitution and National Security put at risk.
Our legal Absentee Balloting process could be unlawfully
augmented with millions of “mail-in” ballots
“box-dropped”, harvested, and delivered to political operatives
for conditioning along with rigged machinery - fixing the vote.
Upon hiding or destroying all evidence of planned
unlawful voter frauds in several key States,
the Cheater’s Manifesto, “There is no evidence”,
would be preposterous.
Lies will have consequences.
Corrupt, lawless politicians
will live in fear of voter retribution
and God’s ultimate judgement.
Pray Constitutional law and world peace would survive stolen power.
Pray Election reform and integrity would save us at the given hour.
Bloated belly, swollen cheeks,
and a sunken stiff neck on robust torso.
Yet well fitted in flowing apparels;
falling and being raised frequently
from side to side.
Obscene opulence is your delight,
your prestige and your pride;
amassed unlawfully by the pen,
ever wet for your deception
and thievery.
The flight of your spoils of office
enlarge the shopping Malls and treasure houses
of the Occident,
leaving your covetous people
deprived of earning power.
To arms they take at boredom's peak,
whilst your virgins and maidens go a-whoring.
Still, you in your sinister acts of re-election,
widen their capacity for Evil, just to have
your sit-tight bid guaranteed you.
She speaks in lingo
Like foreigners speak gringo
In all forks of the great America
Around and out of this awesome Africa
She comes online
Doing this shows she recline
On the dawn and night of her words
Designed to have faith of coming birds
That would chirp
Of grace that won't be usurp
For foes to run far from gathering bee
Walking out for daily bread in concord's decree
If the network roll
The ball off the hole
Yet right there stationed tee
Without a proportional appointee
It has actually let
You stay away from bet
Over the doubt here and there
Holding still the beet cut unaware
Learn to loose the belt
Rather than the wandering temper
Between cold and hot thoughts to melt
Yearning down lonely lane grieving distemper
Shall you willingly tint
Your face print of a hint
And leave me to clues up to nine
That quite look good as thoughts twine
That caught me in a net
She knits under my own tent
Without a threat of any sweat
Strategize to ferment my consent
Oh it was pretty cool
Naming the simple tool
Which harbours three in a box
Thoughtfully after it has flummox
The moment grows mum
Through a logic of no medium
Making the flashing lights go dim
Uncontrollably loving to grease and gym
Time don't tell when it's due
Of what momentums ensue
Rehearsing what future shall mime
Comfortably without been tagged a crime
Hope this won't die in mud
And waste away all the blood
Innocent of being a crook legally
But claimed to be one accidentally
Send it to delete the rig
And bother not the sweat that dig
Either unlawfully or lawfully, get rid
The electrons flowing endlessly through grid
Before it touches any fir
And leaves an everlasting slur
Which over time becomes so rigid
Loamy soil won't romance roots being frigid
Later it would
When in the wood
There is so much cold
To make system responses bold
Whenever I log in
And there she is not
I would rather use oil or gin
To make sure I draw getting hot
For my sake
Where truth lies awake
It never seems shaken but still
What a moveable regulatory hill!
When a person promotes abortion
telling nothing but lies surely that in itself is a direct product of hate speech
The cloak and dagger of pity
reality has many masks behind a veil of masked deception
hiding dark secrets, those afraid to be revealed transparency
attacking honesty as having little value or purity
When this awakening happens some poor souls are lost
beyond saving trapped by the deceiver preaching untruths and misery
Incapable of loving forgiveness
instead they become a troublesome bully
guilty condemning everything right
in favour of what is wrong with society today
The great depression has consumed many hearts unlawfully
with warlike views it is here we see criminals attacking
the virtues of life and death the very cornerstone of faith
There is no middle ground to be examined in this subject at hand
your either one way or the other, according to the Word of God
I am a sinner forgive me my shortfalls
because in the end we all wish to go to the promised land
some things need to be said because the weeds of fascism is growing, smothering the innocent from speaking forthwith
the state has formed a new church teaching children to be poor within spirit
~ My Plea~
Without my liberty, oh God,what is there?
Just staring into controlled, fetid air?
Where lies make me utterly stone-cold frozen,
I cannot move unless I am chosen?
A walking corpse, if there be such a thing.
Muzzled face, with a gold nose ring!
"Animal Farm" come to life!
Don't speak, you'll cause so much strife!
The beginning of our very end!
All nations so darn fearful of one rule to bend.
This is far more hurtful than any war.
Our stand for our liberty, we foreswore.
Freedom of assembly, what is that?
With our Constitution, shredded, on the floor,in our flats.
God now locked behind unlawfully shut doors?
In the name of health, more than a bore.
Good Americans take down your flags.
You have surrendered and now live in CoVid land?
Take it back, I beg you, our future is in our hands.
Don't let it wash away in socialistic sands!
God Bless America!
~ Land That I Love~
April 17, 2020
3:30pm PST
On this faithful day
Sudden gunshots everywhere
People running scattered
It's a dispute in my city
Gunshots everyday
So many innocent lives were taken unlawfully
People dies everyday just like mayflies.
Houses were burnt down
Leaving many homeless
Endangering so many lives
Agony everywhere
But the killing continues, no seizing of fire
Participants giving scores within themselves
Scores of numbers of the people they've killed.
Circle keeps repeating
Everyone avenging, death of their lost ones
It was a blood bath, until there was a victor
Prominent men in the city
Involved the government and more
Just like karma always visits, educating and repaying
Peace at last, amidst grief and vengeance
Welcome to the coolest city in the world.
These days they protect the sinners unlawfully
discarding all good values where equality has become a twisted act
against victims loyalty burning sacrifice hell
it has no fury like the scorn of the devil in such a beast
unforgiving creatures born from nightmares
they exist to walk this earth like a plague
fighting this evil chain weighing heavy doomsday
disturbing humanities balance in such weakness their grows strength
where hope cries for the love of God within pities sake
truth is overturned inside seedless lies corrupting morality
giving the podium to a shame and disgrace against peace
the oldest story has awakened today leaping through time
errors of judgement will befall us all if we remain blind
she came from Carlow, wee caitlin girl
one of three sisters gave you a twirl
ancient bridge, river Barrow
she was long, very narrow
still glimpse her glance where wild waters swirl
legend of Dublin lived all alone
yes, you guessed, it's our Molly Malone
Howth to Dun Laoghaire
she hobbled home weary
heaving her wheel-barrow, skin and bone
bareback beauty from Kildare of course
the equine county, she rode a horse
the Curragh and Church of Oak
Hill of Allen, she met a bloke
fell from her mount far into the gorse
wee ossory cat from Kilkenny
he lived in a castle with many
his marbles were off the grid
on festival floors they slid
lost them all, he couldn't find any
sad lad from Laois, brains short of an ounce
escaped from prison hard to pronounce
nailed tight down inside a crate
trickling blood betrayed his fate
men with batons were ready to pounce
canny Longford Lil made you quiver
banjo playing by Camlin River
laid-back lady, bluegrass hair
fortress town and country fair
tickled and plucked she did deliver
this talkative halyon hailed from Louth
he robbed two banks then headed down south
stopped at Dundalk to have a drink
garda grabbed him in a blink
that Drogheda gaol did shut his mouth
Meath mini minx, curious and slim
from Navan or Kells or was it Trim?
crawled into a passage-grave
all by herself, very brave
one leg out, you can still see her limb!
tall Tullamore youth from Offaly
he played around so awfully
he zoomed right in on Zara
next kissed his cousin Clara
then cuddled Brosna unlawfully
Westmeath chancer in boot of his car
some hooch for the folk of Mullingar
for Athlone, fancier grog
illegal still from the bog
smooth smiling man who smoked a cigar
wretched banshee on the Wexford beach
collecting pebbles within her reach
the sea then stole her ardour
he left from Rosslare harbour
lifting her eyes she started to screech!
wild Wicklow wag went out to play
the Arklow shoreline and on to Bray
Sugarloaf, Lugnaquilla
Glendalough, wee tequila
back to Greystones, he's had a good day