Avarice

Money, thou bane of blisse, and source of woe,
Whence com’st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine?
I know thy percentage is base and low:
Man found thee poore and dirtie in a mine.
Surely thou didst so little contribute
To this great kingdome, which thou now hast got,
That he was fain, when thou wert destitute,
To digge thee [...]

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Oppressors

Tongues as shovels digging graves
Dirty entombments stink of slaves
Buried in life waste drowning souls
By verbal torrents of pissing ghouls
Who once had life from heaven above
Until lost by impish ways to ever rove
Volcanic mouths spewing searing words
Poisoning wells of water deeply stor’d
In hearts pumping black bile thru
Arteried sewer piped along the blue
Bulging neck to the center [...]

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The Master’s Plan

 
The Master’s Plan
Tiny specks driven downward, outward in chilling darkness.
Silver glitter swirling violently through winter’s desert night.
A single leaf seen dangling suspended only by thinnest thread.
The shriveled form oppressed forward, then violated backward,
but forever returning to the center according to the Master’s plan.
Moaning gusts by universes of darkened silence.
Cerebral flashes now tumult through empty mist.
A [...]

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