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Evil people with wrenched black hearts delight like demons as they diligently plot wicked schemes under the cover of dark at home in places unclean deriving pleasure from causing innocence to feel pain.
For the righteous actions of pure hearts including family and friends that find forgiveness and provide never-ending fresh starts. These creatures hold nothing but contempt using the kindness that was shown to them as a weapon to employ against them. beleaving they are clever and somehow better. And in so deserving. they take advantage of those they see as weak, and gullible.they have no honor so the meek are an alluring pray after which to seek for these pathetic cheats. evil men on constant watch for a display of love and care as it is viewed as vulnerable and frail, a soft point to exploit your pure tinder heart laid bare, so... they attack you there. Violating purity and security causing immense and lifelong damage an irreversible uncertainty that changes the essence of Innocence within them most certainly Forever never wanting to be used and tricked again they have lost all trust in men, those who appear to be distressed, on drugs, dirty, or poorly dressed are shunned because we remember those wicked con men who only pretended to be under duress. How easily they manipulated us turning our empathetic extending of aid into a way to get paid. Forcing forever out of fear, unfair Judgments to be made. All who appear similar are not same, how many who are not guilty must serve the sentence for the crimes of that evil menace. Forever rippling outward stealing the humanity from within us one by one until there is no more innocence or trust, This is the murder of kindness no more selfless Acts of giving no more caring no more compassion. Countries have been conquered in this fashion distrust and division have been military tactics planned out and implemented with precision causing families Brothers sisters, even mothers the best among us brain washed to turn their backs on each other. So when there's no humanity left in us, no one cares and no one is there to defend us. It's fair to say, that will be the end of us Only the most wretched underhanded and dastardly of men through deception can use love as a weapon to break the heart, and feed off of someone who wanted to be thier friend leaving us feeling like fools and ashamed. So all who are in need and seemingly desperate are held to blame. By David Michael Goad II Untitled |
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Nice .
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Each line holds an outstanding message,
out of which, the lines below, were touching the soul and gives a calm of healing for the struggles faced so far.. "This is the murder of kindness no more selfless acts of giving no more caring no more compassion, So when there's no humanity left in us, no one cares and no one there to defend us So all who in need and seemingly desperate are held to blame" Murder of kindness, so expressively conveyed, Keep writing |
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Edited by
jaish
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Thu 02/03/22 08:51 PM
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Great write David,
It also reminded me of what tommy boy moran / Sinn Féin Ireland in Mingle; had once versed. I had copied them long ago, but not the link. The poem includes some hard intercepts (my feelings then). Hope it's ok leaving them there. Trust everybody Lower Your Shields . . . Pressured for time in a time laden world Left swimming in our own warm, liquid promise We escape out into Day its in a time laden world’ we exist If Time stopped .., we cease to exist? We've chosen to give of our sense of graciousness And share with that wealth of infinity We do most assuredly possess share with the wealth of infinity’ Where from, this divinity? We cannot fathom why life's love is so cold nor shall we touch upon the darker heart of man So very harsh - and bold Now suddenly you ‘flip to a darker reality’.. Man in his hunger becomes a predator & so somewhere it’s down to blood & gore? But it remains only to reach out to the greater sense greater sense of what when 'Our' footsteps are on the sand I touch you and feel you - you touch me I hold you and know you - and you hold me So where are the promises we've promised? The unquenchable yearnings? Those daydreams out in the fields? Well, I guess we, one and all, have again lowered our shields. I guess Tom wouldn't mind if I quoted / from his profile " Take to flight, my solemn friends for the garden ye seek is down there in the glen - and over here in our hearts." tommy boy moran / Ireland
David, Although I agree with your write 100%, Tom's verse gives some of us, an out and now, seems to me as we near our journey's end, maybe not all Angels look at themselves as victims. |
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Finally!! A man with class and convictions. So much better than the sleazy drivel posted regularly on here.
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What is what
What is fact What ought not be What is to be What humane is to be What trust is What is to blamed Wisely scripted Wilfully depicted Well done David |
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