We Have Let Them Poem by Julia Luber

We Have Let Them



Their egos and brains and genders are that sound: honestly, nothing
more than that. Occasionally, they might have a flashback and somehow
be in collusion with those who have achieved a place in their black books
of making reality an actuation of only their delusions, deceits and lies.
And they might go to any extreme under the sun to protect that this reality
be of their making and under their control. Look, they go to huge measures
to make sure they can KEEP OUT all those who find fault with their fraud and
deception. To the extreme of protecting murderers and humiliating spiritual prophets.
They are HARD CORE- going to outrageous extremes to make poison what
another cherished soooooo much. They'll do anything to wipe their taint on
everything that is loved. It is more of a thrill for them to contaminate a loved one
than to face why they themselves are actually not loved. They would rather swindle
lovable people to their unforgivability than lay off what is sacred and cherished.
Power to them is to contaminate, poison, tarnish, taint whatever they can wipe
themselves on, if only to do so; if only to privent and make agony of what once
was pleasure. They are in a war without having to lift a finger. Or even a tongue.
They found their henchmen and they used the system that is so replete with
differences for anybody who get swiped into it that it simply becomes a cauldron
of inescapability. But their sadistic natures are constantly nourished and they have
even taken over a most divine and sacred name in memory. And they are doing whatever
they can to take control of aggression and even assertion by a measure of fraud and
sadism none can come close to by the natural forces of being human. They have done
EVERYTHING and ANYTHING they can to extract the definition of reality to ONLY
their own FRAUD imposed over it- taking temples of health and medicine and salvation;
taking it all to contaminate. And the saddest part of it is that we have let them.
And we should hate ourselves for doing so. We honestly and truly really should.

Monday, August 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sacred heart
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To what extent are certain forms of violation the fault of those who simply do nothing to stop them, not only those who encourage and support them.
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