A Poem by Jennifer Pennington


Connect with me through
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

Sin is the drug that you inject
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 Pennington

Author's Note

Jennifer Pennington
Charagma is the Greek word for 666

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confusing at first glance for me but it's almost like your'e talking about one person... I shortly realized though that it was all of the corrupt people in the higher ups of society... now I'm going to shower...

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Jennifer Pennington
Jennifer Pennington


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