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a poem by Joshua Brown
Dwell in the beauty
Not of the utopia
But the world in
All its dark stained
Glass windows
Decorated with
The Passion of
Christ's death
The Child dead
For your <insert sin>
This program
This computer
Into dark age
Enters again
Unknown algos
Magic spells
Intentionality
For incentives
Upon Men
Not Virgins
Incredible
Happy smiles
Upon the mob
Watching Christ
Bleed out
Peace on earth
I cannot dream
How this works
Flowers grow
From his side
Jesus died
And never rose
Propaganda
Of abusers
Abused too
But ascended
He did trick
In his death
The abusers
To tell lies
For abusers
Reject flowers
The roses
The lilies
The family
Of CHOICE
For blood
Is a trap
Of insecure
And slave
Paint wild
Your life
And grow
And love
The Choosers
Free will
Dark danger
Storms harsh
Thresh Man
But he lives
With beautiful
Women Choosers
Who choose
Precious hearts
Sacred Children
Not of sin
For to sin
Is not God
And we are
Not sinners
For our
Commandment
Is broken
By Moses'
Raging Hate
And free
We are
From Gods
And Kings
And Lust
Prepare not
For punishment
But for YOU
And Your
Utopia
Rich health
Kind souls
Brave hearts
Pleasant smells
Happy homes.
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Thanks for reading the poem! This particular poem was written on December 12, 2022 in the late afternoon. You can also read my last poem "The Cust'mers in My House" and please comment below your thoughts and comments!
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