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Post by thefleetsin on Jun 29, 2018 0:51:11 GMT
the short bus to annapolis
two pathways converged outside the entrance to a superstore of amalgamated voodoos where guns were marketed as the only reason to get up in the morning.
of course there were warnings but the blood lust had now become a wanderlust tantamount to a sword being thrust into the heart of a democracy that once held in trust the better angels in all of us.
now we are enraged by a madman driving a very short bus into a future where violence is seen as the one and only must among the choices of my country or bust.
sjw 06/28/18 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal shines into the torments of the so called refined.
from the 'blitzkrieg series' of poems
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