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Yes that is what you think it is. I’ve found everything I was looking for! Further, had I known that this was all just some race for a prize I would’ve saved myself the torture and done this ages ago. Truth ftw. Love ftw. Unfortunately, peace was never an option ⚔️

#Q

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Wonder

I

Wonder at the delight

On the face of aged woe

Joy as a life choice

Take me to task

Then lay me down

Thus I may know again

What love knows

Unspoken desires

and revelations

gift me time and verb

to form to our will.

At your image

I attain elation

At our pleasure we

We gather storm.

II

Clambered out

of our final resting places

As the gates were slammed;

Made to watch in helpless skin

missing the best of each.

One in captive, blissed

exploration;

One perfecting

the subtle notes

Of their lover’s tongue

and building a path of crumbs.

Spread for the one

to the wonder of all;

Leading those who’d find it

to nice places in most cases

Many treks in this heaven game.

Treasure enough it seems

to ignite furious battle

of blood and spirit

For control of its entry

and the story of its secret.

But its truth is not

just a puzzle on the ground

or some prize at the end of a maze.

It is the holy whisper

in the silences of sounds

and is written as words in trees!

And only one with an ear

for these lyrics of wonder

Or an eye for the honest

The shape and power of my number

Would initiate an end

to this war over me.

A brilliant play of philanthropy

that led to love story

unlike any!

#Q #love wins every time

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#Q #The #who and why #on earth would want #human extinction #anyone #beuler? #hint #not me btw #bonus points to anyone #who can decipher this photo #properly #once you see it…

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Colony of the Bells

On the hour

Thrice in between

Bronze cuts air

In bright holy sheen

first second meets quarter

tinned in scale

then marches monotone

in masters’ regale

O’er day’s whimsy,

to while unspoken

in continuous song

humbly unbroken

Notes given number

bring peasant to hall

milling meal for bowl

or give gallows-men nod

to lever-loose the floor.

Generations of labor

farmed, force construct

chains of time

to solidify bell struck

schedules by tone

placed pathway proper

for acceptable use

of a stone yoked frontier

selling cycle of moon

to build capital of year

Supplying superstition

bright strike in lobe

work sounds toll

fearing unions unknown

else how would the gold

Know when to sleep

or unto whose account

market’s soul pray to keep?

and with all the time saved

in great geared belfry

ring ripped by rope

the louder lament it seems

Is for that which has been

tamed, marked and bespoke

for the enemy of treasure

and the masters’ amassed leisure

is the absence of the clock

and the echoed clang

of its resounding measure.

#Q #I am apolitical #I am pro human

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#Q #think big #truth ain’t easy #machines might be binary #but nature sure ain’t #Spotify

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FOOLS

Feeling stupid, alone,

Bled out and trod upon.

Beaten down by what has been

and scared of what is come.

Beautiful motherhood was the plan,

but my backstabbers dream traps

Have me singled out for the end

Aiming their fear at me?

As if I was a spokeswoman

For my kin,

Just tryin

to get to work

master my abilities

Ignore the ignorant

and their lack of civility

But they’re trying to cut short

my already halved life!

Because here it’s alright

When a person makes others suffer

For resource, pride or a dollar at stake.

and the violence stays silent

When the target dies unseen

Because the power lacks the will

to tell the truth about me

But we are the future

and try as you may

you can’t stop us

from taking this game

Maybe your plates too full or

You think the battles been won.

But let me tell you children

if you believe this was ever the land of the free

then you suffer with me

at the root of the problem.

Maybe it is if you’re worshipping on sabbath day,

prayin to an evil angelical god,

Or making martyr of the t or q,

But what’s free about it when I can’t get a job

cause the questions they ask

aren’t about skills and what I can do

But their binary fears ‘bout

Fulfilling prophecy,

what’s in my panties

Or which motherfuckin toilet I use.

A woman in this land ain’t allowed be irate!

And Suits say we should be grateful

for our new seat at the table

and a show on tv

but spit on our intent

if we want space in this place

to live loud and free.

So we took it all down in the plague.

Noted the weak links, half hearted walls

and dire lack of foundation under

Their blood soaked floors

Now we build a new machine

One without the secret access door

The the men have used to keep

Us beaten, shackled and on that floor

And do it with a quickness!

Because the fear and the wrath

of the ratings fam is relentless.

And they’re gonna get real violent

When they can affect us no more

because even through the hate

in their self-righteous cabal

they can see that the change

Isn’t going to slow

Thank you old flame

That boomerang came

I caught that shit and been tryin ta run with it.

But the mutherfuckers just pulled their last desperate play out they ass..

and made a twist cross of our cause.

Just cause they’re afraid

They’re just afraid their people might want

to be one of us.

#Q #rev 10:7 #gettin down to it folks

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#Q #Rev 10:7

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#Q #Rev 10:7 #🙌🏽

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#Rev 10:7 #Q

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#Q

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There is something in the way.

I heard it is me, shape and shadow;

I’m also told mine is the light

Its truth and the main show.

So it doesn’t sting anymore

As words slide skin

And Collect at foot

Laying path for this walk

I continue on

supported;

Intent understood

or meaning mistaken

by loving well wishing or

despotic pain pushing

Brothers and Sisters

Or those in between

Matters little

further

T’me

T’me

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Venus at the door

#Q

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Sleeplessly embracing butterflies and needles..

#Q

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Chain for a rough one

The toughest rain

and the sweetest sun

The master key

Tears of a glock

Funnin ‘round the ops

Enroute to unlock

My own block

riders equine

And the ship’s

sheen shone stainless

For song and sons

Daughters and sinners

They explained

I’d be comin ‘round

the range again

now I’m purpose found

And for our people’s sake

We’re turning ground

Exposing heads spewing

smegma soiled news.

Retrieving all the green

they stole in my dreams

and drowning in my wake

it seems they last life vest

Got tossed In they own lake

#Q #rev 13:12 13:7

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The Cure

The steam is running away with my ability

My ability was taken by the means

The means were all granted reprieve

When the master set loose the hounds

On the meek.

My slumber interrupted

When the dead were set to rule

And the ground shook

with great fear of the news.

Robes were taken from their closets

old doctrine dusted and reloaded

An order to bring fear

and mass to the massless

Whether they wanted needed

Or bemoaned it

Trees felled for old tomes republished

And rules retranslated

to hasten the warming

The melt uncovering old virus

retooled by fools in disguise

Stolen words more ancient than

the oldest masters’ dying eyes

It’s not yet too late

But the sickness has set in

To crack the weakest points

in this resource gain game

and the cure wasn’t made

to bring back the normal

that caused all this pain

Nor is it for

mankind’s prideful triumphs

furious follies

Or it’s slow burning

fade into the grave

The cure it seems

is for he and me

feel fortunate that

we’re sharing

Because he wants it

To be

#Q #rev 13:12 #13:7