Poets prophecy

 A poets prophecy.

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they'll attribute 

To me..

A Hearts' Intent.

(My Odd Head Never

Dreamed.)

But will I laugh aloud,

Or gently weep?!

From that house 

of gold..

Or fiery pit?

(In which my spirit 

sleeps.)

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Kid tested undertaker approved

 KiD TeStEd..

UnDeRtAkEr 

ApPrOvEd.

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my words 

are 

not intended 

to sooth.

(but rather 

incite.)

kid Tested,..

Undertaker

Approved!!

(a tragic life 

originating

from the 

evolution of

parasites.)

=

the machine 

eats

our inner 

feelings..

chews them 

up,

and spits

out

dreadful 

"things"...

CREATING

A

Fascination 

with

Death and 

KILLING!

(detached 

from

Human 

Suffering.)

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there is

no shame 

in the blame

game.

Though

it's 

easy for

Heaven's

Propagandists

to 

make 

one feel

responsible

for 

God's 

OwN 

mAd 

Inventions.

yet, in 

the 

end its 

all

the 

Same!!

A Road 

To Hell!!

(paved 

WITHOUT

Intentions.)

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My 

words

were never 

meant to 

Soothe.

(but kill

instead)

Kid tested,

Undertaker 

Approved !!I

(to rid

These 

Parasites

From

My head.)

j.s.h