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I want to shout. I want to yell. All I want to do is tell. It whispers in the trees. And flows with the seas. They all think it's a disease. It's more than that. It can hide in the air.
A disease is gripping the world. It's existence has been known for years yet there is no known cure for it. In the time it has taken you to read this message at least 21 people will have caught it.
For @Irrational_Kimmi and @leelee101 H ow many times can one lifeform moan about the opposite gender. U seless at intergalactic travel...
The Minister slipped. Not the normal slip-up Which can be covered up With spin and gloss And apologies from the boss In private deals... Wheels within wheels...
Well, should it.
A young woman, with a baby in her arms, entered a butcher shop and confronted the butcher with the news that the baby was his and asked what he was going to do about it.
And the living Is easy, Fish are jumping, And we're all getting high. Your daddy's rich, And your mamma is good looking, So let's have a barbie tomorrow and make sure the chicken is cooked thoroughly.
Inspired by @Weirdwolf's 'United States of Monstrosity. Passing through the sands of time ......a land..... victims of countless crime. Crusaders, Mongols and franks aggression .......today......
Next time I see a shooting star, I know exactly what to wish. I'd make sure there'd be no more war, and the sea would still be full of fish.
Hush little baby don't you cry, Mommas gonna sing you a lullaby. Now I ain't gonna lie, The worlds not a nice place sweetie pie. Where men kill friends over trivial things.
Now when I was just a nipper, It was really cool to smoke, Everybody did it even doctors (it's no joke), They'd sell em off to kiddies, In shops and everywhere, And you could smoke just when you...
Why are there so many innocent suffering. Why. Why is there so much hate. Why. Why are there so many horrible people out there. Why. Why are there so many children dying of hunger and sickness. Why.
I live in a place that's close to paradise. We get all the beauty, but we still have the vice. Many who visit, feel the need to remain. They love the sleaze but for the beauty they'll not abstain.
I only knew him as Lenny, Leonard Frank Gardner was his name. Born in 1933, into the world, next door, he came. He lived there his whole lifetime, never married, had no kids.
People tell me it's easy to believe in a God that a growing population fails to accept They tell me it's childish to seek his help, To thank him, talk to him and show respect It's a fairytale they...
If I was mankind's saviour, disease would have no place. I would quickly eradicate cancer, and protect the human race. If I was mankind's saviour, I would see an end to war.
Only in America do people order a double cheeseburger, large fries and a diet coke. Only in America do banks leave the doors wide open but chain the pens to the desk.
Human Rights!!. You heard me right, Give me what I'm owed. I kicked a can and then threw up, This life has left me cold. Give me Rights, I'm owed a lot, for what I do each day. You want my reasons.
why. Are children's lives taken.... Why. Are their futures forsaken.... Why. Is property worth more than a life.. Why. Is it that twisted minds are rife.. Why. Is an evil act considered a sickness..
Dear people from the 17th century,.
So I've heard some peculiar news In gym while putting on shoes Or in the line for lunch At a dinner and a brunch About which feature of mine is envied the most My nose.
The groom's been on the Guinness. Half the bloody night. But she's my drinking partner. So that is quite alright. The bride, in fact, looks lovely. In her wedding dress. Everyone is happy.
Jesus was never a carpenter, for Jesus was never born. Just a vessel of herd conformity, To ensure that sheep are shorn. Jesus was never my saviour, common sense knows I wasn't there.
This isn't a love poem. Or a creepy midnight scare. This isn't about feelings. Or what's over there. This isn't about past, present or future. It's not about who I love. This isn't about my life.