Condoning to own negativity.
And an ignorance approved,
Far away from progress...
Made to achieve credibility.
Or accomplishing this,
With effort to intend it.
Arrive on public stages seen...
To defend and find offensive,
Are the many given attention...
For their absence,
Of having comprehension.
Or attempts to understand,
How disrespect is connected...
To thoughtlessness.
And a vacancy in one's mind,
People find entertaining.
But useless is the information.
Although...
Dependable as snow is,
To Winter.
And...
New buds blooming,
In the beginnings of Spring.
So too is the lacking of facts.
Yet religiously and reliable,
No matter what the season.
Are acts to obtain,
Both popularity and political...
Aspirations.
But nothing offered,
To benefit the people cheering.
People either,
Brain dead.
Or...
Permanently,
Mentally damaged.
By the onslaught of truth,
Tormenting every delusion...
From a childhood threatened,
By a reality...
Those liberal.
On the political left of life,
Are determined to eliminate.
With a declaring of diversity,
Be represented as is.
'I can not take this! '
Take what?
'The hearing of the truth! '
Close your ears.
Turn away.
And ignore it.
Like you usually do.
It will still be there.
As it has always been.
'But why...
Why should I,
Be the one reminded of it? '
You are the one,
Convinced...
Your quality of life,
Is being destroyed by image.
'Image?
That makes no sense.'
Keep repeating that.
And to yourself.
Keep repeating that,
Until you see...
Just how ridiculous,
Domestic...
Homegrown enemies,
Are to everyone's way of life.
And...
With a proving to do what?
Themselves to be descendants,
Of God?
As if...
Everything else,
Are ornaments?
On their costly,
And expensively decorated...
Christmas trees?
And, besides,
Who...
'I think I've got it.
I've got it!
Doe a deer a female deer.
Fah...
A long long way to go.
Me...
A name I call myself.'
Yep. You sure do.
Now...
Believe. Believe!
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