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Looking over the horizons
feeling the pain of it all
God’s plan was never designed
to work without man
If you can’t save another,
how can you save yourself
Lurking silently within the shadows
watching, waiting
Trying to find a way
with nowhere in sight…
Through, these dangerous times
…as our hopes and dreams
stream on
pouring gently,
climbing through our minds
Freefall in the starlight serenade
Falling over the waterfall,
Life plans of innocents
shattering in this moment
of this space/time
where shadows fall
over proud agents of man
Lost under the evil lord’s command
Edicts according to the guidance
Falling through the echoes
of these challenging troubles
achieving critical mass,
while keeper of the castle,
sits alone on the throne
trapped in prison of his ego
While fruits of desire
lie beyond reach
starting rapid decline
can’t find presence of mind
to say
Black lives, matter
But he can
Call in troops
forces, to threaten
beat
treat as enemies
our youth...
As if, this is not their home…
In this which may become
America’s finest hour
he’s found to be playing
Fuhrer,
tweeting displeasure,
spending time
Speaking with bestie,
benefactor, and old friend…
Vladimir The Dictator
pleading on the red phone
like a dog... wagging his tail
looking for a bone
Looking at his reflection
Mirror, mirror on the wall
The Russian thug,
under your employ
or are you the slacker,
distracted by exotic designs…
Laundering money,
complete with dancing swords
and devils exchanging
white power signs
Living the lie under a spell
selling your soul
serving their symbols,
muttering their mantra,
imprisoned by contracts signed in blood
lost souls
conversing casually
under the sign of the beast
with fire and the stench
of brimstone
Hanging like one
or another Cursed soul
Lingering under , Satan’s own
like death
Making the hapless vermin who pay homage to you
Swear allegiance, too
(As if you really care)
Destruction to any
all you cannot control
Character assassin
destroyer extraordinaire
Stone cold villain that you must be
Before the cheering throngs
The bully empowered
to raise Hell, as...
A Tyrant’s, star witness
Mob boss
…at our collective
Loss
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