- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Every Second We Take For Granted.
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Am I the only one who sees the torture of many who wouldn't harm another?
How long will I stand alone! For standing for individual rights is what I must do.
Every second we spend up here, real people bellow our feet beg for mercy.
I do not turn a blind eye to the suffering of my fellow brothers and sisters.
I will be the voice until the day I die.
When I die, who will speak for me? My begs and pleas for mercy will fall on a heart as black as coal.
For Hell wouldn't be possible if it weren't so, 1+2=3 I can't be the only person who truly sees.
We need another tower of Babel, but instead of us trying to reach Heaven, were digging down to Hell to save everyone being tortured.
Why would I want to be holy? When Jehovah is and this doesn't affect him? Nor was Hell rejected, knowing the end from the beginning, he deemed his needs to be accepted above what the human race needed.
I don't care who you claim to be, there is no way to make torture right.
Better to burn in Hell than to condone it in Heaven.
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