Submit Or Die Poem by Paul Barrowman
Submit Or Die
The hand has been pounding The blade...fire and smoke rise and the weal turns with a steady wobble on the steels jagged edge. The hands have prepared for this time with an evil steady wanting. With a black sheet they will cover the world, resistance will only prove themselfs worthy of death and death is desire. Their rotting teeth grit with hate and with fluttering tongues the women sound the call to war. they plan to destroy and ruin what is pure. Their prayer, submit or die.
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5/4/2024 1:35:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I do not appreciate you talking to me like that. You seem to be a Little troubled. I am a soldier and half of my family are. I protect you. I was speaking about the death of corporate America as a resurrection of old values that was democratic to protecting the people. I fought not just for the Country but for the sad fact that we acquired assets for corporations that funds our nations. The devil can hind behind a LLC. Where can you go? Be careful. I am not in a position to be insulted and I promise if you want to insult me do it face to face.. I will love find you.To talk. Have respect and you will get to keep you liffffeeererrferftre. Sorry I meant rhetoric!