Rose of a champion
Thought, in a beautified accord
Set to waiting hours, a needs complexion
Where we are, the tale of unity to its peaceful order...

Skip, argue or define
The truth, we removed by bounty of pouts...?
Sated avarice, and the curtness of kin caught in a notorious lie...
Welcome a shadow to breath, when a harrowed eye allowed...?

Is a requited girth, of when, any of a decency's curse?
Has found me, in a live and by chastity's purpose
Handsomer skills that agree, in no known terms...
I had the taste of pride, like a reality of sin, to accuse

Why...?
No man with a tradition of sincerity, is this island commit
Without the sigh of me, the irony to dwell and seek tight
The course of another ship of fortune, that has seldom to wit:

Look, an eye of poise, if not intellects poison...
Made manifest by the only few, of bared conscience
That has us for curiosity's fool, but you, for another hero to loan
A flower of understated chaste; a victim of letters of prescience?

Tall tales of nothing more than a drunk hysteria?
Here is your mind, in my way for one more timidity...
Think and details of weal, we will know until votes ***** drama
To a reaching hour, no one above another, like acts of humanity...

i pledge allegiance
to the flag
of the united states of america
and to the republic
for which it stands
one nation, on stolen land,
under a foreigner's god
divided by fear, religion, and greed
ruled by the richest at
the suffering of the poorest
with liberty and justice
to all who may afford it
excluding the women,
the lgbtq+, the non-christian,
and the non-white
god bless america, and
the caricature of democracy
it has become

note: some people may choose
to add at the end, another
"god bless america, and god save us all"

they say it's a god-given right
a necessity, meant to be
a part of the American life

but tell me, do you know what it's like
to have to the cold steel of a barrel
pressed between your innocent eyes?

Mist, dew and rose.

Three songbirds rose
Their wings quiet—
Weaved a riot—

Breath, then bone and blood
Whispered to noise from, for mud
Let them grieve, let them—
Yet another young note
On the hard-baked stem.
Restrained do not

Cry
Nor bleed or melt a flushed blue
Pearly melodies of sky
Do no do, do not do

Ask of liberty—
Pretty, petty property.
What of birds?
Clumsy drip-dropping words

Only a breath weeps
Only bone shakes
All ballads, the blood keeps
Only the carcass wakes

And silent, silent goes
Into the blooming blue goes—

i'm a henry ford explorer
longevity shouldn't cost more
we can win then what is loss for
get in the henry ford explorer

lady liberty and mother mary
which one got dat thang that's hairy
how much whip cream? much and very!
what's on top? pop dat cherry!

if it's free then what is the cost for
if there's a map what are we lost for
if that ***** calls i'm next for her
auto doors on my ford explorer

joe biden and donald trump
get ya old *** up and shake ya ****
johnny jumped up on a hickory stump
the devil's due is pay at the pump

at the henry ford museum
the people come to see um
they really shout and screa-um
at the henry ford museum

I've changed, I'm not that person anymore,
I broke my chains and opened new door.
I ran away and left that cage behind,
There are a couple things have left, but I am slowly getting high

I'm twenty one and I'm approaching phase
Where all my fears are gone and I have set my pace.
I go exploring life and do the things I earlier couldn't.
I hope this liberation's not a lie, cause I'm doing what I always should've.

If you are identified strongly
you are living the programming
not living
but just existing in someone else's dream
Freedom is from everything -
including identity.
Why must we use so many words?
The programming is over loaded.
Overwhelmed with it's own faulty code.
Addicted and dying from it's own infectious vaccines.

Who can stop the insanity and be still?
No one knows the extent of the damage.
Why repair outdated toilets?
Demolish and replace.
I'm over stating the obvious
choice is change for
more than positives.
It's just here and now Truth.
In a body or no.
So What Is the difference. The difference
is just you. Or whatever you think
you are as apart from the whole of the rest.
You people persons are the stupidity we all fear
and only you hate. Everything
is madness and nothing feels sane.
The world Is ... what it's always been.

The small candle flame of liberty and freedom burns in the citadel of Washington, D.C.
The godly daughter's Faith, Hope and Charity keep the small candle wick burning over the years of the US nation's history, so the light as a witness of a brighter future?
You see Hope gives humanity the vision to see a brighter tomorrow?
You see Faith gives humanity the power to see with eyes of light and faith to build that brighter tomorrow?
You see Charity brings humanity together to build that brighter tomorrow?
So remember light is freedom and liberty, but be very careful?
What you do with your freedom and liberty in the world around you?
Remember also the light is strong love, but never oppressing love in reality?
If Washington D.C falls to the darkness?
Then what a darkness that would be in the world?
But the leader's in Washington D.C must have the light of the Christ within their hearts to lead them out of the land of darkness?
Because remember humanity loves the darkness by humanities very nature itself, but the darkness can't defeat the light of humanity, because humanities true image is the Christ type humanity itself?
You see Love is the Golden Key to the lighthouse door of the Christ, because only those who love from the heart's core have the Golden Key to enter the lighthouse of Christ?
So remember Washington, D.C. you are the lighthouse of the world?
So remember Washington, D.C. you are the lighthouse of the world?
So remember Washington, D.C. you are the lighthouse of the world?
So Washington, D.C. let your Liberty Bell ring out in the world for humanity to hear and come out of darkness to the land of light and liberty were dark night is a thing of the past and the vampires of the night are gone forevermore.

Freedom was a writer from whom his name was stolen.
That of whom left his breaths on every page he wrote the meanings of which, were torn from his chest.
He was the fruit of his works,
of his labour.
And was the whistle in the wind that blew that blew through silence.
Hanging tastefully in the air.
A sweet sensation.
Who grew from dismality, was named and married to him as Hope.
The growths of their union,
the words of the tormented writer and the melodies of the candied breeze,
were songs of story sung for acres.
And who’s dawned legacies are the working times of their lovechildren,
Emancipation and Liberty.