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    dots Submission Name: A Fire! A Knife! A Black Crow Calls!dots

    Author: HisNameIsNoMore
    ASL Info:    28 - Male - Ohio
    Elite Ratio:    2.95 - 75/194/254
    Words: 250
    Class/Type: Poetry/Political
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    dotsA Fire! A Knife! A Black Crow Calls!dots

    Discourse tore the daily paper,
    opinions in formation
    phalanx of ink –
    fires of ire,
    tars of corruption
    pulled down the common
    and killed them.

    We have fed ourselves crow
    and called it chicken.
    Humiliating lapse in character
    defines a culture
    on little sips of artisanal spirits
    oversaturated on the same idea –
    proving idiocy exists.

    Vapid media
    powdered faces,
    just skeletons;
    just a jig –
    Attuned to misconceptions
    that we are better
    than we really are.
    Static, the worthwhile channel
    despite the rhapsodic,
    it truly sounds as we are –
    a caw, unanimously we all speak.

    Wretched violence
    we cannot escape
    chasing this fable that we will behave.
    A knife that slices away
    putrefaction –
    of the derogated
    petrified –
    fears of obligation
    promises –
    to deride

    Black suit
    snake oil peddlers
    to our ideals
    that have become nothing
    but virtue signaling vipers.
    Working our senses
    splitting us between the legs –
    whore in the dark
    an encroaching waste of time.

    Pen struck blood
    on the back of a man
    broken by the rack of labor,
    death of the dream.

    The Constitution torn asunder,
    paper confetti to celebrate
    vanity of fake intellecton and blind reason.
    This is just a mockery
    of life.

    A fire!
    Oh, how it burns desire –
    A knife!
    Oh how it divides our empire –
    A black crow calling!
    He harks a warning
    that we are all damned
    to repeat this, forevermore.

    Submitted on 2018-08-20 22:20:25     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This piece sounds like it comes from a very angry place, which I can comprehend, but I assure you that there is a utopia, a kingdom of Heaven. We will get there, and we will let be in almost perfect neutrality.
    | Posted on 2018-08-21 00:00:00 | by MyPeriodical | [ Reply to This ]

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