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Conversation of Genocide – COMPLEX SKEPSIS

Torn from a normal life, thorns inside and forced to walk in lines.
In multitudes the Jews among others become destitute.
Desolation so wide spread this abomination consumes nations.
Is there not one single sympathetic soul that controls containment?
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(:^(    “Sir, please help, sir? Can you spare some water and a few kind words?”
]:^o)  “Close your mouth and stay in line, keep marching towards your genocide!”
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nauseating & grotesque
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S.  Shipped in boxcar trains
O.  Obedientiary slaves
S.  Stripped of everything

SAVE OUR SOULS

H.  Habromania sets in when we try to lift our chins.
E.  Expansive imaginations create this atrocity
L.  Lallation loose enough as an excuse for the lapidated.
P.  Pabulum to my palette please, before I stave to death…
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(:^(    “I am no less human than any of you, why must you do this to the Jews?”
]:^o)   “Dont be a fool and figure it out or you’ll get my gun barrel put in your mouth!”
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morally reprehensible detestable and cruel
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Removing clothes and all they own, left with less than stamps
pillage possessions and burning homes and now we’re off to camp
Assorted piles of clothing styles, proper and not fer tramps
packed up and taken back to be resold as we walk up the ramps
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(:^(   “What will I wear? Its cold in here, the temp is low and so severe.”
]:^o)  “You don’t seem to learn to quick, how ’bout a reminder from my nightstick!?”
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heinous & ineffable delectable to their libidos
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They stand in groups afraid to move, then they pray the release date day is soon
worried that some one will shoot they dare not `stew` -their de-nied food
They gather close thin as ghosts that spin, twist and float
Sets and rows of hollow souls who will drowned in the moat
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(:^(    “When can we go? We’ve all got homes we own to host, dont mean to boast.”
]:^o)   “No need to worry, I bet their burning, now concern your self with silent learning!”
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unequivocal understanding
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Their fellow Jew to frail to move, decrepit wretched dying shrew.
Their doomed except for a select few without room to improve.
True gloom sets in as socket s sink back, skin pulls in as dockets relax.
The new Tomb opens, unsecure the latch, no need to turn around now, no turning back.

(8^(    “We can barely walk or talk in `ShOcK`, and badly need some sandals boss.”
]B^0) “Then its as it should be, this isnt murder these are orders from the worlds new “Fuhrer”
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offensively malodorous eternal bog of stench
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Stacked on racks or wagons up in smoke ~We Chase The Dragon~
Enduring all this havoc they’ve ruined all our chances
Entranced in the enchantment caught in its entrapment
Necro-Prose imposed consequential collateral damage

(8^O)  “What is it that we’ve done to be shunned and on this end of the gun?”
]B^O)  “Your who you are and that’s enough, sit down now and SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
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subliminally dysphemistic, offensive and devilishly delicious
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Generations of Jewish patrons lie in gutters with their fates stationed.
Fixed in permanent placement the ferver of vermin invade to rape it.
Such a flagrant fragrance fascists seem to favor tastin’
Extermination of your race…  its flavor sweetly basted.

(X^O)   “………………….”
]B^[ ])    “Ha HA Ha HA”
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deplorable malefactors… the whitlow of back scratchers
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Martyrs for Darfur by Complex Skepsis

Martyrs for Darfur by Complex Skepsis

Breeding martyrs in Darfur to cut the strings off of puppets.
Cutting currency to barter makes you live with less than nothin’.
Now that this elections comin’ get set for an abduction,
Every heart thats hardened stares into the face of this corruption

Some may call it genocide, some may call it lies,
But theres simply something sick to see when you look into their eyes.
So look past whats advertised, realize that alls not fine,
Lines and walls we draw and build to keep our kills disguised.

The Sudanese funded the Janjaweed budget,
“The Devils on Horseback” a case of -whodunit?
As we slowly approach the end of slopes to the summit,
We reach the peak and now can see who seeks the golden nuggets.

These Crimes Against Humanity are vanity, thats pride,
Uncannily they starve the beings, they burn, curl up and die.
Unnerved by this type of learning curve this skirmish worsens lives,
They warp your mind and thin your blood, no relatives in sight.

Life Goes On… – Complex Skepsis

Life Goes On… – Complex Skepsis

An old man impaired in his rocking chair sits and stares with a cold glare.

I often went to visit to try and lift his spirits.

He knew what love was once upon a time,
then love left his life wrecked now alone at home he cries.

I approach the entry, he sits there as the sentry,
Every time his words are wise to me he is the gentry.

“Hey old man, you look bad, tell me what’s the matter?”
He looks worse than before, it seems he’s growing sadder…

The rocking stops as he checks his pocket watch with a glance,
winds the clock then takes it off and sets it on the stand.

“I’ve sat here for many years with failed attempts to stop the tears.”

He wipes his face with shame and turns to me to say…

“Seems like love is a drug that lifts you up,
it takes the air right out your lungs
and when your young it means so much
but when your old you’ve had enough.”

“I was wrong…but life goes on.”

The tears return, I see he hurts, I hear it each and every word.

“You hear me clearly lad? I really hope you have.”
“You see my boy, regret and joy are cards of the same suit,
creation and waste destroyed is where you plant your roots.”
“Can’t have one without the next, the life you live’s a test,
don’t give up or come undone until you reach the crest.”

I begin to interrupt while he coughs and hacks up blood
the action was abrupt raising a palm and says, “hold up…”

“They say without trust than you never have true passion,
then it all must just be lust when together on the mattress.”

I wait for him to start again while he adjusts his cardigan,
but in silence there he sits, so I kneel down and begin…

“Trust to me is like having faith.”
“Believe what you can’t see or touch with warm embrace,
may lead to more mistakes and morbid hate after the wake.”
“Leaves you open exposin’ emotion hopin’ the motives golden,
wonderin’ why your chosen by that sweet ambrosia that left you broken.”

His head nods holding his jaw in awe, he knows I’ve seen alot.

Another cough with blood, he wipes it off like muddy boots,
not a worry he’s in no hurry for a cure, he interjects I mute…

“Its hard to forget the pain that made you what you are today.”

I smile and say…

“I agree, indeed I really do, cause to me pain in life is fuel for me to use.”

“But in regards to trust in a house of cards, I only trust in this;
Emotional scars build the bars and keep you locked within.”
“While you live you breathe till your dying breath of silence
this heart you see on my sleeve needs anti-theft devices.”

He laughs and sighs not surprised, looking at me with cataract eyes he replies…

“Betrayal stays beneath your rib cage with a violin that plays,
the saddest song that’s ever made that you can’t orchestrate.”
“Its like the spiritual scene of footsteps in the sand to me,
But near my sea I’ve been trudging through fresh wet con-crete.”
“This is why the girls and guys lie eye to eye and hide their secret lives,
Disguised speech in high supply is like a leech that sucks you dry.”
“Deep waters where it lurks, never seen when your submerged,
till you reach the turf then exposed you feel the hurt.”
“Don’t feel all down and disturbed, just realize what your really worth kid
and never let one pigeon keep you from the other birds like I did.”

“I was wrong…but life goes on.”

He shook my hand then went inside and that old man, he made me cry.

I turn and walk away, thinking to myself –
Will I be that man one day creating my own hell?

We never got to speak again he passed away that night
I wish I had one more chance to tell him he changed my life…