Ages and Death's Wages

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Take it all down to you and yours

now and into the befores where the

chore is pure in realms of hate white

as white light rays on the universe

old as grandma's pulled down shade.

Taking is the precursor to making breath

work for the palest few.

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Make this run come undone because

we have just begun to spurn turning

out anyone in favor of everything

green and crisp or supremely clean.

Mean becomes white fun, the nose

tilted above all heads, rising

like the white sun.

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Over here we prefer the night,

the right level of brightness

at midnight until the sun comes

or clouds cover what creates

shadows. Below, over here, you 

chose to live to dirt-sink seeds

of hate to later feed on greed.

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Cutting in front, taking back what

was sold, in exchange old money made

from white ink on blood stained paper.

Avoid the noises of patience and these

gifts of thriftier altruism. Pour on

the artificial sterilized superficial

white oil of selfisms to create war

that favors the ugly spectrum of 

unrecognizable hues. Nothing is oozing

oil black selfish-isms creating

schisms between love and you.

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Win when social ill-being is thickly

honey-coated with big calculations on

a rush through white and well-constructed

barricades of lush full flushed avarice.

So nice and iced with acid in a cube

to poison everyone else except blossoms

of pristine white in a field of dark flora.

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Bring hellishness back in perpetual

reruns. Enjoy the toys poised to splice

contentment and satisfaction for newer

distractions of greed-being. From start

to through you continue feeding the need

for grit and white greed.

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Monday to Monday mundane insanity

always pushy, shouldering to claim

the privileges of first and best. The

rest are matterless, zero zest for

the masses means more birth right

security for all things yours. No

one else is welcome. Share the whiteness

of the day you own, meticulously chipped

in stone. Your kindred, in white sin,

remains wonderfully ignorant of shelves

jammed tight with unread dead scholars.

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Without loss or grief, no longer

courting the sharing of brief smiles

so as to promote longer hunger with

no relief. Presentments of a white

white monger, advocat of regressive

designs as thoughts hungering to earn

a bigoted win in a cataclysm of all

white infinite sin.

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Again, like the inevitability 

of raining pain and covetous need, 

speed past love, the intent a sprint

to insult and do nothing good. Liking

the gusto mostly fed in grunting

and gnawing at more swill than you can 

swallow. Taking is hunting, still

the prey bleeds white blood.

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It is impossible to look appalled

at avarice as a can do slew of I

wantisms, meism manias made mentally

awful as I syndromes heading like

lead to the bottom of human oceans

where no light comes of age; where

nothing ever grows but grapes of rage.

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My salutation reads Yours In Greed written

on salted ground in a graveyard where your

hypocrisy feeds on used to bes. Encouraged

to make others feel as black as black

denied the knack to attack your dim

manifesto's slate. How can you embrace

the whitest desire to flee sooner leaving

everyone behind you to depart later

than late. 

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allets

10-20-16

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