Pink Star Mole

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    • Pink Star Mole: My TOrture My Avatar
    • What propel a poet is Vividence
    • When the professors who tortured me lied.
    • They referred to codes as, "lacks evidence,"
    • "Edith, you must say it's confidential."
    • You must keep it a Secret that we do this.
    • We work with the State Department Justice .
    • Never say who has said this to you, write!
    • Write without stopping write day and night.
    • But Sh! I will deny that I said this.
    • Months and Years passed, the chamber of gases,
    • the hate rage assaults and pinched ass attacks.
    • I learn to live deeper than a Minion.
    • I became a Pink Star Mole underground
    • A Professor of Red and White torture.
    
    
    
    
    
    
    We are All Templarios are Us

    
    

    If youw ere as ill as diabetic

    And you stood over religion's vast planet

    Would you allow your health to stop you from work?

    Wouldn't you like I who am a poet

    If you had the Strength of the earth's full soul

    Condemn the butchers of innocence, rage!

    Rage against the dying of the light's rays?

    Dethrone yourself, IDK, don't repeat Lies.

    If you Fear Dyiing what does that say about Christ?

    And what of the Mother Fucking Rabbis?

    Or how about the Templarios own us?

    Then have captured intelligence sources

    No, it wasn't Snowden, the President,

    Yes, you with the Habit of Torture, STOP.

    
    

    
    

    AU is the Gold of the Deepest Mines, AU.

    We may not have certain requirements

    Like Haterage or Anger or Boredom's dooms

    To make war you must beat up the Angels?

    WHY would do that if not to avenge us ?

    Bring a smile from the absence of love.

    To be special is to live as a Ghost?

    Haunting yourself because of Those wars?

    And all of the Vice that's advantaged

    while we are not humans or Greater Thans?

    I was broken in pieces by that vengeance

    Able drives drives against us we look down.

    We don't like the look of full liars and thieves.

    Plus we imitate what is before us.

    And we don't want to be like you, fittests.

    
    

    It's not that the a race does dislike me.

    It just cannot tolerate my accent.

    My unusual use of my languages.

    Serendipity, Beauty, and Chaos.

    Sound like something disastrous to many.

    Are merely the basics of poetry.

    They are nothing but all and everything.

    A poet must endanger themselves too.

    For spirit of fire endures in the world.

    The misery of war without ending.

    The voices transpired in the Dawn Cry.

    They sing of their torture and exodus.

    They cry with blood tears for the rest of us.

    
    

    
    

    AU is the Gold of the Deepest Mines, AU.

    We may not have certain requirements

    Like Haterage or Anger or Boredom's dooms

    To make war you must beat up the Angels?

    WHY would do that if not to avenge us ?

    Bring a smile from the absence of love.

    To be special is to live as a Ghost?

    Haunting yourself because of Those wars?

    And all of the Vice that's advantaged

    while we are not humans or Greater Thans?

    I was broken in pieces by that vengeance

    Able drives drives against us we look down.

    We don't like the look of full liars and thieves.

    Plus we imitate what is before us.

    And we don't want to be like you, fittests.

    
    

    It's not that the a race does dislike me.

    It just cannot tolerate my accent.

    My unusual use of my languages.

    Serendipity, Beauty, and Chaos.

    Sound like something disastrous to many.

    Are merely the basics of poetry.

    They are nothing but all and everything.

    A poet must endanger themselves too.

    For spirit of fire endures in the world.

    The misery of war without ending.

    The voices transpired in the Dawn Cry.

    They sing of their torture and exodus.

    They cry with blood tears for the rest of us.

    
    

    
    

    • AU is the Gold of the Deepest Mines, AU.

    
    

    We may not have certain requirements

    Like Haterage or Anger or Boredom's dooms

    To make war you must beat up the Angels?

    WHY would do that if not to avenge us ?

    Bring a smile from the absence of love.

    To be special is to live as a Ghost?

    Haunting yourself because of Those wars?

    And all of the Vice that's advantaged

    while we are not humans or Greater Thans?

    I was broken in pieces by that vengeance

    Able drives drives against us we look down.

    We don't like the look of full liars and thieves.

    Plus we imitate what is before us.

    And we don't want to be like you, fittests.