![]() CHARAGMAA Poem by Jennifer Pennington![]() 666![]()
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Holy prophesies. Hypnotize And use me for your organized Ruthlessness. I know what you're All about. Disguising twisted, spying eyes with Glamor spells. Your professional words throwing Mirages over every single Abomination Sin is the drug that you inject Daily. And now, within us you wish to Spread as well. You need a fix, as do we And you claim to have just the one. Security and Comfort..the opiate of the people Only you lace it with something deadly Mouths shut, eyes closed, pretending that You know not what you do. I would love to crucify you upside down And watch you bathe in the crimson color Of your own humiliation. Fortune teller's and wise men could not even predict The havoc i wish to reap upon your throne. You drench the White House in the blood, sweat, & tears Of all the hard working men in this country And you wipe your asses with the constitution I would love to see you trampled upon As thousands of open minds, eyes, and ears ravage Your twisted little paradise. I cannot wait until the end For Kings bleed too.
© 2010 Jennifer PenningtonAuthor's Note
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