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By Marshall R. M. Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2016 Oct 18 Comment on this Work [[2016.10.18.05.35.27432]] |
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What cause is worth dying for? What cause is worth offering up one's own life like a lamb to the slaughter in these days of listlessness and simplified lust, half-baked idiocy blindly supporting the very manifestation of narcissism, materialism, superficiality, gracelessness, inimitable simplicity, and horrifying disgrace in human form with eyebrows raised and eyes twinkling with outrage at every perceived slight (130 million people somehow still standing behind the very manifestation of complete love for one's self). Where is reason and where is beauty, where is a sanctuary from the ugliness that drips like some ghastly oil from his mouth. She's a bitch and she's a whore, he's a liar and he's a traitor that knows nothing about The King (In the mind of a mindless man I worry that we might become lost, that we might become the drivel that leaks from his lips if we continue to allow ourselves to be exposed. Might we not become the thing that we laugh at and attribute to an accident of history if we continue to let him speak to let him sunder everything about him without prejudice, sullying anything that comes near him, making black that which once was grey) Millions upon millions upon millions break each other's necks to hold him up yet further towards the heavens, bodies upon dead bodies attempting to lift him up to the House of White. Martyrs for the cause, you bitch, sit down, you're good for the cameras, but now that I've won you're only good for being on your knees and...well, shut up and take my cock down your throat while I rape the world and laugh all the while with my portrait on the wall of this White House. |