How to Abort Your Fetus Legally After They Turn 17

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an original poem by Joshua Brown

Do I care that much at all

About the rise of Romish fall?

Does it mean at all to me

A gilded broken family?

Why should I care without some love

About the boot or choking glove

Fuck that drivel, fuck that choice

To live unloved but with a voice

Stress that gay to some may seem

Stress that loss of progeny

Birth to the world killed by desire

Birthed to the blurred out flamy fire

Ra! Shouts the enemy

While needed men flee

Imagination flooded out

By propaganda stout

Or am I the one who lies

To rouse them who dies

At behest of foreign pow'r 

Instead of living by cow'r?

Little children turned to men

By hero story chose by them

Little boys and little girls 

Stirred to life by furls 

Flags cast out in resonance

By soldiers just nefarious

Dramatic actors playing ghouls

To rouse the hearts of simple fools

Wake up from waking trancelike state oh men!

Wake and return to who we crafted by genetic choices made!

Behold the God who established Time!

Mystery of that Theotokos' dismembered smashed in head!

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✏️ This poem was written in 

📍Denver, Colorado, United States, North America on

📅 August 1, 2023 at 5am

Joshua was influenced by his religious upbringing in the Independent Fundamental Baptist movement, mostly the Tennessee Temple, Jack Chick, Kent Hovind, Bob Jones Sr, Sword of the Lord, and Jack Hyles ideas and practices. But he was also touched by an intimate familiarity with war, violence and trauma lived through a member of his immediate family.

This poem is also tempted by themes of anti-divinity and empathy for men in general and specifically him who he grew up worshipping, the Lord Jesus Christ himself.

Deconstructing familial roles and the inevitable suicidal and homicidal impulses that both boys and girls will grow up to have without virtue and love being demonstrated is all a part of this rather mild poem that ends so dramatically.

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