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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">War, whore<br>death and sex.<br>The great woebegone<br> Harlot of Babylon.<br>A succubus that drives and derives<br>satisfaction from bloody entrails<br>that haruspices<br>inspect and say<br>that men will undergo fresh tides of woe.<br>Love and death dance hand in hand.<br> He kills that which he loves most<br>instinctively.<br>Suicide, fratricide, homicide<br>and matricide<br>all seem to co- incide with twisted lust..<br>Christians reborn recoil in disgust<br>at the putrescent smell<br>of tolerance that is enforced.<br>Be gay and love your fellow man<br>Cybernetically.<br>Keyboards of the world unite<br>vent your spite, electronically<br>in bits and bytes.<br>Perversely converse<br>with pediatricians on expeditions<br>and gynaecologist apologists<br>intent on investing incest.<br>With an aura of respectability.<br>the almighty dollar wears a roman collar<br>Absolves all sins.<br>Repentance is free but piety<br> an extravaganza, in fishnet tights and scarlet spikes<br>that haunts the streets at night. To satisfy your appetite<br>ye stiff necked generation that hold in veneration<br>innocence and purity.<br>Under the surface lies a festering cesspool<br>That will and must overflow into war.<br> The scarlet whore that swore what she wore.<br>her uniform of shame was part of the game<br>That she was trapped inside, <br>a slave to liberty.<br>We all have the will to kill and the ability to love, <br>but we want more. We covet what we have not got<br> Forbidden fruit is sweeter when it is stolen<br>from another who has less than we do.<br>The human race is a disgrace<br>That lacks all humanity<br>Their major skill to co-operate and kill<br> in ever increasing numbers.<br>In the name of love and or religion<br>Reluctantly of course.<br>better dead than be allowed to defy<br>What we define as right.<br>We have the might, in men and armour.<br>to demand changes in your land<br>in the name of our liberty.<br>Though tyrants rise and tyrants fall<br>time makes no difference at all<br>For greedy man takes what he can<br>The good book says.<br>To him that hath shall it be given<br> and from him that hath not, the little that he has is forfeit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">t3-May-08. <br> http: //blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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death and sex.
The great woebegone
 Harlot of Babylon.
A succubus that drives and derives
satisfaction from bloody entrails
that haruspices
inspect and say
that men will undergo fresh tides of woe.
Love and death dance hand in hand.
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