I heard the news the famished beast is right out of control
He's used us up sucked us dry, now has no place to go
His sins are stacked up to the sky every man will fall
The whore that rode upon his back has spell bound them all
The harlot drunk on saints blood fornicating with the world
The world now raped the filthy snake has no where else to turn
A ponzi scheme to me is seems is designed to deceive
But when exposed and on the nose
A slaughter is recieved.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2023 03:31
- Comment from author about the poem: It's coming.
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Comments2
It’s real, it’s a story for us all to absorb and to commit to the battle. Nice write, good read.
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