MidnightShadow83

the poet sees the jester through his tears and he knows that the rest of it ain't clear he cries out for the justice been denied for he knows that the best of us has died cry on weathered poet the world surrenders at will and it may not know it but its cold designs do kill as they await the rapture and they chew it up like glass what did the morning capture save a glimpse into the past the poet sees the jester through his tears as he moves through this vestibule of fear he cries out for the justice been denied knows that he cannot trust us for we have just lied cry on weathered poet you're the one who knows the stakes the words will not show it but you're drowning in the wake as they turn to the scripture and the pledges trimmed in gold they think in bigger pictures as the smaller ones erode cry on weathered poet for what's held within the frame if you didn't know it they have fitted you with blame as they await the rapture that old broken-ended fate they will smile as it

the documents have proven weak they've laid bare our beliefs through sin and now the outlook's getting bleak for we were never meant to win and so you laugh as turns to ash the compass points which were our guide and for our compliance you ask bid us to hate and embrace pride pages torn and the flames have curled the edges back without a sound I'll choose love in a loveless world I'll still choose hope when none's around it's hard to write a love song for who we used to be the scales have been tipped so wrong no longer 'tis of thee posture, pose, and call it strength it plays as a weakness you will go to any length claim that it's for Jesus for the means you justify through each your greedy ends fight to force us to comply freedom was just pretend surprised it lasted this long with such fragility it's hard to write a love song for who we used to be the documents have proven weak they've laid bare our belief in men and now the outlook's getting bleak for too many can't see the

oh, great it sounds like a bone break, up the stakes perfectly sane like Donald Trump's on Epstein's plane eye of the hurricane, sit and watch it all burn world serves its own needs, listen to the world bleed speed it up a notch, peak, punt, no speech the splatter starts to matter with clear 'nough insight fail in the nail, and religion's down in flames and a government for sale 'comes a combat site grab her by the you know, better hurry, see the furries saying “what the heck” scream by scream, reporters flamed by Trump, will not stop look at that low bar, well then uh-oh, overthrow, We the people, common good but what to do, save yourself, serve yourself world serves its own needs, succumb to the Reich's greed dummy ain't no rapture, fuck the reverend and the right, right? this vitriolic, full psychotic, vile pedophile took more than a mile it's the end of the States as we know it it's the end of the States as we know it it's the end of the States as we know it and I feel fine 12

the revolution won't be televised for the powers pull the strings and the media has been compromised for they have bowed to the king with their corporate gods of enterprise all paying to kiss the ring the revolution won't be televised but it will all be live-streamed phones up and keep them filming first strike of the resistance the pressure has been building each stage a new remittance so long aggression's unchecked a blueprint for disaster abuse patterns all connect as hate becomes their master phones up, won't be complacent yes, our bloodshed will be shown won't suffer this debasement for benefit of the throne won't gaslight us with fictions penned to fit your narratives hold in your interdiction where you'll dictate how we live the revolution won't be televised for the powers pull the strings and the media has been compromised for they have bowed to the king with their corporate gods of enterprise all paying to kiss the ring the revolution won't be televised but it will all be

f-u-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi you fugly, it's what your soul is fugly the human equivalent of a bag of excrement burning on a doorstep playing like you're heaven sent we know what you represent oh, how we abhor it f-u-b-a-r you've taken things way too far it's fubar. 'yond what all recognition we had called it from the start you came to tear us apart for your Vladdy Daddy and you started with the heart then compassion and the arts came bigly and badly f-u-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi you fugly, it's what your soul is fugly the embodiment of rot for your hate is all you've got feeding from the inside proving it was all for not all that we stood for and taught nothing but a loose guide f-u-b-a-r you've taken things way too far it's fubar. 'yond what all recognition we saw so much good in store cannot see it anymore not with you in office seated sycophants and whores for your rape and pillage corps how do we get off this f-u-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi you fugly, uh-huh you're

screaming out into the void this is not how things should be all the happiness destroyed what's left to become of thee with such tactics now employed none here truly remain free screaming out into the void this is not how things should be shadows overtook the land chaos reigned for all to see this, the currency of man, known for its barbarity split the die and spoiled the plan for their own prosperity this, the currency of man, has failed all humanity screaming out into the black and with all apologies some things can't be taken back and still others come with fees costs far too high to extract see the forest and the trees screaming out into the black and with all apologies shadows overtook the land stretching out from sea to sea this, the currency of man, once was blind, has made her see other norms they countermand and they do it with such glee this, the currency of man, it was never meant to be screaming out into the night this is not how loves shapes thee we all knew it wasn't

see you later, alligator release the files, pedophiles that's one thing will make us greater isn't that your brand of bile know I come off as a hater probably have for a while that's because I see a traitor and a fucking pedophile I'll say it once more with feeling you've made justice but a joke with the names you've been concealing so your party won't go broke you've betrayed the Constitution and the oaths you undertook set fire to our institutions for this Commander in Crook yes, I only see a traitor living there behind that smile know I come off as a hater probably have for a while still I know it'd make us greater isn't that your brand of bile see you later, daddy 'tator release the files, pedophiles I'll say it once more with feeling turned your back on rule of law not sure why it was appealing to give up and fuck us all but you did it with a passion and you did it without lube like it would go out of fashion as has your hack pedo rube see you later, alligator release the

the mad king runs the country with no brain and no heart and there is no sane person with the means to impart an ethical boundary or light within his dark condition's set to worsen ask any in Denmark Dementia Don's sundowning and taking us with him and sycophants are crowning him in this condition they're letting him run rampant indulging each his whims and forfeiting the balance which was gifted to them Dementia Don's sundowning check his TruthSocial feed it's plain to see he's drowning what more proof do you need braindead GOP patsy for all their hate and greed a proxy for the nasty roots that they hope to seed the mad king runs the country aggressive and inane no clothes upon his person but strokes up in his brain I'm here to put it bluntly the dementia is plain condition's set to worsen a toddler playing games Dementia Don's sundowning and it is getting sad to see sycophants crowning their doddering granddad amplifying his sickness thinking it somehow adds grace to all we have