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I spoke up for Decency
And got tortured.

What a way to go to the grave
Knowing you were not Humane.

Time equals Mass x Plutonium x Light
Over easy on Sound.

Little gang bangs
Leading to powerful sororities
Basically,
Not very many girls mature.
It’s the money
And liitle else.

So many prostitutes …
In fact,
There are more hookers than ever before
They cheat everyone, including themselves.
How many women have not been unfaithful,
Or will not be disloyal?
90% of single women at some convenient point
Of their Planned Parenthood lives perform adulterey.

Oye! Oye! Oye Gavult!
And they do it soley for the money and the power,
Casting Love down the Devil’s Drain.

Around every word & letter, letters & numbers
Concentrically illustrate & demonstrate
The continually expanding universes.

I am sixty-two,
Having been born in ‘45.

Nines & Ninety rule my brain
No, No, No
And who’s going to live longer than who,
And where, and how, and mainly why?

There’s no running out of verbalization
And there’s no stopping the seeing.

I can tell that Meglomania rules
The destructive, and is the prime cause
Of inequitable organization of classes.

Special people, special persons, special skills
And talents And it doesn’t matter how
You get that special money.

All are equivalent, and therefore
Equal before The Spirit Of The Law.
Learn this, or perish, the children
Know very well.

The top 5% of classes rule
The bottom 95% of classes.
The 5% solution is turning
Against The Laws Of Nature,
And against The Survival
Of the Humane.

Share and share alike is practical
In the view, face, and light of wind.
5% in paid-off Debauchery,
Claiming 100% of the Humane
Are increasingly delusional, incestual.
Blood-thinned, stained, and contaminated.

Vulcan is once again ruler over all
Events until Justice is once again
Forged Humanely for all Earthians.

The strength of steel and the
Creative Artist’s designs of steel
Must thicken the blood supply
And retain its health and obvious
Universal Equality in that no
Person with Human blood should be
Persecuted, oppressed, tortured
And denied their Time and Space.

Persons without healthy blood
Cannot be permitted to invade
And corrupt the relatively innocent.
The blood supply is filthy, and it
Wiill take Time to clean it.

Vulcan, as always, is up to
The task of forging the structure
For a healthy, constantly improving
Humanity.

Maybe I said something wrong
And maybe I said nothing right;
But the impact is the same:
Those causing premature death
Will die horrible premature deaths
Themselves until there is no more
Premature death.