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.

    
    

    
    

FISCAL WOAS

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• Warren's gonna bitch slap McConnell flab.
• She's gonna give him another chin to wag.
• For when he does spittle he wiggle nigs.
• He makes ashes seem they're animate, blabs.
• Didn't know human walruses had legs.
• That extend from the ears and then descend
• As the wagon doors of hell fly wide open
• A million or two don't make no difference
• As long as their is hatred and ire
• Businesses run themselves so anyhow
• How about those Mexicans when can we shoot?
• Cuz this looks like lots of laws for our crooks.
• Never a care gives the conservative
• who behooves himself by a Liberal.

White and Red Torture

White and Red Torture: Pink Mole

White torture begins with a whoring down.

It looks at you and thinks you're a woman

Who won't have long before it happens.

The judgements, the sabotage, the smile frowns

The cackles of laughter and namecalling.

Ridicule, mockery, derision, shame.

--You start to dress different, androgenous.

The men begin running their attitudes.

THey barely hold back an erection since

They think you're a Lesbian everyone hates.

Or some type of Commie who needs some bait.

Then red the burns drive, and red the signed lies.

Mexicans

• While you are among yourselves think of the Doc.
• He's been sent in a Helicopter Hood.
• He has been tortured for loving Goodness,
• For taking a stand against Cartels, Shock.
• A Gov can Tell Doctors about Medcins.
• Narcotraffickers love to fuck virgins.
• THey get more fucking per each machinic
• Inventing hell upon earth for a Wife?
• For isn't she also tortured in her Soul?
• To Love a Man who has Honor and Balls?
• Taking the Entire World's Nostrils
• Its Cocaine, Acid, Cannabis and Gold?
• So what do we say we demand Justice
• From the Mexicans -- the Ones who're in Charge?

Uncle Tomb

UNCLE TOMB

Notice how the Blue Tail wags the Dog.
The President is Base of the Pyramid.
Each of the Reps is a Point to Themselves.
Instead of the Reverse he is Mainstream
While each of his Henchpeople Gulilitone.
They chop at the top bring down the glaciers.
THen let the People pretend they're Angels.
Can't chair committees without NSA's.
Listen to everything yet know Nada?
So much access and such awful Actors.
There's no longer blood in their arteries.
Pointing their Points with hostility's aim.
At Nobody, Nothing, Never again
but for peeping from Uncle Tom'bs Cabin

Peaceful as Lords

PEACEFUL AS LORDS

PEACE is a precept of all FAITHS but Look

Even without it we're all pretty Good.

We may not have Happiness every day

But who promised us that, the USA?

Who said that colleges aren't parents.

Yet they still commit incest with students.

Or even repeal all the rights of youths

To protect them to death and derision.

To lambast their intelligence with Tests

None of them could even pass themselves.

Faith and the Faithless, who will outlast all

Truth, Love, Innocence, and Beauty still live

Even if only in Dreams still they thrive

They pick themselves up and keep on Driving.

Partisanship killed Democracy. Not I.

Don't blame me yall said it would happen Why?

Nobody really understands the truth.

They dont' talk about it in school, and worse..

The children are allowed to be murdered.

They are called undesirables too.

THey brandish their innocence everyday

But they too are criminals, oh, what, hey?

I call it a betrayal of poetry

and death to all beauty albeit worse

than succumbing to an imbuing

Color is everything off Ancient time

People accrue to their physical being

That tells of all places and beginnings

The Desert Muse

A child sells chicle at the Border.

Williams who loved Babies was Annoyed by them.

Especially if they were asking for Pennies.

We are all Poets We all get Perturbed.

School never meant much to the Absentee

Who was once just a baby himself right?

Learned to make it by dying each night

awakening to the sunlight's Beauty

As a new memory forgets the past

puts it inside of a paper envelope

Just like a Poet is likely to do

Roll the whole Universe into a Mast.

Propel it toward the Passion's Fire

Into the form of a Child's Figure