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George W.

Life Liberty and The Pursuit of Happiness The Rights that are innate to all mankind Imposing your religion on those whom are different Recreating the history we Fought to Create The independence of a Nation we’ve said to be great Fought for the right. The right to fight. To say Oh No That’s Not Okay. But you continue your evil ways anyway. Began with a Pure Intention Intention to Be Different and Free Reaking Havoc upon a country What is Different than The King had done to us? Taxes and Factions that don’t give a fuck- Men are created equal it says paragraph two, line one. The most important don’t you say? You take equality away and spoil your wealth upon your friends. Taking away our rights, the right to abolish an evil such as you. We sit and wait, to cry one day, at what you do. It’s too late to say But I’ve Tried. We enable an evil never seen before. Why are we not fighting our own war? Standing up in more powerful ways, ways that take his power away. Blood on our hands staining our souls. Children, Families, Crying and Dying. The Personal Is Political, that’s what they say, So why are we GIVING OUR PERSONAL RIGHTS AWAY? It’s far too late to say But We Have Tried We have done nothing to stifle there cries. After watching a program on HBO called John Adams, and realizing the truth behind our war and fight for Independence from Britian, how it began with such a pure intent, This poem came to me, the words spilled out of me like rain from a cloud. "That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government," It is OUR RIGHT, it is OUR DUTY, it is OUR LIFE. We have given up our rights to the hands of a man who does nothing but slice our wrists and watch us bleed. It sickens me.... Let me know what you think about htis poem por favor!

Tainted Soul

Tainted Heart Cries Out In Pain Suffocation Due To Writhing Hands The Demons Face Has Changed Its Motive Still The Same Snarling Desperate For Release Fangs Clamped Upon Her Ivory Flesh Peeling, Open Wounds Frantic Fingers Grasp The Tearing Flesh Crying Out In Pain Her Whispered Sobs Cease Tears Fall From Her Glittery Eyes Horrendous Laughter Eruptes Her Life In Its Hands Once Again Letting Her Fall- Crumpled Blackness Swallows Her Hands Outstretched To Her Rescue, Nothing She Falls PLEASE COMMENT ON MY POETRY I WANNA KNOW WHAT PEOPLE THINK

A Little S&M

Darkened Corner Engulfed In Pain Fingers Outstretched Toward Light The Goddess Moon Whistles Sweet Soft Song Travelling Tune Through Damp Air Beckoning My Soul For Release Chains Holding My Heavy Heart Body Seeking Release My Minds Prison Unwilling to Let Go Screams Unnoticed As Demon Hands Stifle the Cries Strapped Down By Memories Heaven and Hell Exist Within My Body Is A Battleground Blood Shed Outside A Small Sample of The Internal Massacre Please Comment On My Poetry I wanna Know What People THink
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