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    I’d rather see you in hell, then be there;
    Dirt on you, produces me–no scare.
    Wrong a wrong, is a double dose of pain;
    Condemn me, then look at your brain.

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    I’d rather see you in hell, then be there;
    Dirt on you, produces me–no scare.
    Wrong a wrong, is a double dose of pain;
    Condemn me, then look at your brain.

    Remember the accused man on a cross,
    Who never murmured to a world lost?
    Wo…wo, is evil that hung him in shame;
    Man’s wicked actions are to blame.

    “You scratch my back; I’ll scratch yours.”
    It is becoming to a society–more pure.
    Wrongs will not improve…by a retaliation;
    Foes contending, will lose the sensation.

    Hate is an angry master, that multiplies;
    Festering sores–by descending lies.
    Once a falsehood aggravates things real,
    There’ll be no escape, but only to kill.

    Love spied accusers–with stone faces;
    Pretentiously, they deny true cases.
    Jesus didn’t come to hate and condemn,
    But to draw repentence…unto Him.

    I’ll see me–in Him, thru a humble shanty;
    Begging His power to relieve my scanty.
    He scratched my back…so many times;
    Tho’ condemned, he cried not a whine.

    Alas, I’ve learned a valuable lesson by you;
    “Two wrongs…do not make a right!”
    Perchance, you gain honor in what is true;
    You shall then emerge–a holy light.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Physical prowess endures the rep of a bad rap,
    Being the victum of assault, from a weaker label.
    A mulitude of causes are put upon a tender sap,
    While defending the results of a constant stable.

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    Physical prowess endures the rep of a bad rap,
    Being the victim-of-assault, from a weaker label.
    A multitude of causes are put upon a tender sap,
    While defending the results of a constant stable.

    The stronger anatomy is told…by various stories,
    That, gossip-taunt shades the dependable image.
    Conditional emotions–shake loose bad deplorery,
    And measure both genders…for cruelty damage.

    Ungrateful fools assume an angry reputed tale;
    And thus, add neglect to an accusation in black.
    Opposition colors disobedience…to insert a nail
    Into a dying coffin-of-courage…to claim a lack.

    The weaker gender stoops–with lies of revenge,
    Because the physical strength threatens to win.
    Therefore, cast a shadow for tender off-spring,
    And insist that good is bad, and stronger is sin.

    Evil descriptions form various shades of abuse;
    Devils laugh at the absence of communication.
    A mean silence is a perfect handy tool to use,
    For aggression will not appear in the situation.

    Believe that harmony relies on a world-to-man,
    As the woman delivers a craft of delicate hate.
    There is no way that man can do what he can,
    In the resolute boldface lies of a gender mate.

    Money is a physical abuse–with enormous pain;
    Greater than a temporary colorations of an arm.
    Even an abuser opens the devil’s gate to insane;
    To feel the devastating effect of monetary harm.

    Still, no excuse can condone any type of harm;
    Emotional, financial, nor another arm of offense.
    Physical abuse cannot praise the rise of charm,
    As a reputation assault is no justifiable defense.
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