7. (GOV) Groups Of Victims

Big shots..

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Society’s
Survival means
Obedient
Ingredients
Melting pot
Or mixing bowl
Scalding hot
Or fix it cold?

Seldom, often
It is both
Selfish causes
It’s the rope
The hangmen
Hang then
Sell the fall to
Victims’ throats:

Yell applause
And give your own
Help a cause:
Forbid the foes
Ugly truth
Just a dupe:
Melting pot
Forbids your own..

Mixing bowl
Is it’s control:
Cliques it drove
To pit the foes
When maneuvered
Men are losers:
Winners know
To mix the bowl..

Diversity
Is surgery
The body: Politic
Cursory
Perversity:
“The body on that chick!”

But not to give a sh-t
As a person:
“That’s a person!”
Got to give em dick
As you’re cursin
Adam’s first bitch..

Promises that flip
Trap, reversin
Damn it - worse then
Got to give em fibs
As a sermon
That’s what church is..

Church is any
Search for friendly
Likeminded victims
First forgetting
Search is empty:
Light shines within men..

Out there
Is doubt, fear
How weird
That drowned peers
Drown peers
Down where
Clowns steer
To drowned piers..

Mouth sneers
Mine too
Now near:
I’ll find you
How? Cheer!
It’s time to..
Tick tock..
Big shots..

Of race cards..

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Race is a cage, damn
Nation is ape man
Wasteland of hatred:
Snakes can vacation..

A country is a dungeon
But funded from above it
The budget for the puppets
Is suckers they can stuff in..

You motherf-ckers love it:
To fight the other victims
You’d f-ck your mothers up if
Your “rights” were bloody kitchens..

Really, aren’t the victims
More evil when controlled by
Really dark dominions
More evil? Fed their own lies?

Your family is a handy
Capping in a fancy
Sedative
That’s relative
To ante in a cash heap..

Grander if the pappy
Adds a bit of granny
Better if
They’re celibate
Than damaging the grandkids..

Damning them with daddy
Branding them with mammy
Confederate
Genetics sit
Planning in a shanty..

But family is a handy
Capping in a pantry
Macguyver
Wouldn’t lie there..
Vaseline.. and flaxseed..

Can of peas.. and brandy..
Candle.. grease.. and matches
Gelatin
Confection lit:
Blast beneath the attic..

Make art:
Shape charge!
(Still life:
Real bright!)
Graveyards
Lay dark:
Real life’s
Still bright..

Of dupes..

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Groups are the troops
In the boots of the duped
Cannon fodder
And they’re slaughtered:
Disputes are approved..

Just used for abuse
Cuz rulers are few
The many
Just confetti
That shoots from the tube

As nooses in loops
Of “truth” you approve
And victims
Have opinions:
The news isn’t true..

If it was
Then we’d just
Muse on the truth
And all agree
All be free
Who’d be confused?

The proof just refused:
One ruse - a hundred views
On the same lie:
Grapevines
Brewed into groups

Of recruits for the ruse
You lose if you choose
The premise
Of a weapon
That shoots what it moves..

There’s a moose in the roost!
Chickens in the henhouse?
Victims who won’t get out:
They root for the moose!

Approve of the moose
Feud over moose
“The moose is a nudist”
“Truthers for mooses!”

But who will dispute if
The roost is a ruse and
The moose isn’t true when
It moves with a goose step..

Division is “diversity”
You versus you (them)
Gettin you to first agree
Human’s worth: Group, when

Vision’s individual:
To dreamers that is freedom
Stickin them in mixin bowls
To weaken as they season

With bitter friends, but if you won’t
See the salad: See the
Kitchen in a bigger home:
Dreamers can just leave it..