#Streetpoetry #Punyhumans #Skepticthethricegreat Skeptik the Thrice Great I am the Thrice Great, the scribe who recorded ancient history Ill give injury to the tyrant’s trickery with dark magic and mystic wizardry They think them slippery, trying to silence our rights and our liberty Erase our amendments from memory so freedom would be lost in mystery Welcome to this the new world, an order born out of witchery Their Pagan victory is no match to my sacred ways that will condemn them in misery All of their secret social thievery will fail all but bitterly So know that literally my soul is infinite And when I reveal truth my delivery will be imminent Like slaying a beast bearing three sixes as its equivalent Making the wicked more ambivalent Molding the vigilant and the innocent Into omnipotent militants to sentence tyrants eternity In the dark void chamber of imprisonment Their souls tortured painfully like a sad symphony played on a broken instrument While feeding their soul a super eternal stimulant To feed Their Karma so it has no end just as their sin was intensely insolent With no remorse to life and creation, their souls will be dissonant Paralyzed like an arm with a torn ligament So bow to the Thrice Great the magnificent Holy Recorder of incidents The grandiloquent light of truth to the ignorant.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 09:56:17 +0000
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