propaganda concept
immaculate fools gathered in one place
on Tuesdays
this conversation will serve
no purpose…
it does not matter what order you learn it in
as long as you learn it
shave the blade
a razor theology
black rose planted, its roots run deep
the heart darkens
a scowl decorates the features
of the shade
flit through the night
cloak shifting wind
visage burns unholy fire
genocide of convictions
death come on horse pale
whom will ride the red?
afraid of her rage-filled composure
you know death when you find it in back-alley
tragedy
mind as a ball of clay
shape it with untruth
to mold in image, make-over
suppresses thought
freedom of illusion
multiply weightless speech
carry on for generations, a bloody tradition
embrace
battered and broken, knife wound smiles
jagged scar inner eye
grinning jackal faces
divided on issues
racist jokes and political flops
start the heat
flash-fire in the hearts
of men
drowning rocks screaming to breathe
poison landscape assaulting life
escalate the conflicts, temperature infernal
needle sings to the needy, addictive abrasions
problems with people, secular
insular in your technical fortress
child of war
riders of wind
a weapon that is smarter than you are
strange how well we educate death,
more so than our children
come red sun, whisper
I threw my own in the garbage. I hate my mind thanks to you lol. Beautiful picture to go along with this mentally tight piece
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Thanks brother. I appreciate your response and readership. Now go get yours out of the trash and post it 🙅
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I bow before you! That is some serious and seriously glorious poetry my friend. Truth.
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You honor me 🙏
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The brilliant Olde Punk
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