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	The terrible darkness we will not face<br>		The terrible darkness we will not face<br>

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	~~My Dalmations May Eat Your Zebra~~
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My Dalmations May Eat Your Zebra
OR 
Lamenting the Destruction of Shade 
OR 
Brown Vs the Board of Precipitation

What is inside 
The terrible darkness we will not face 
Every single denial emerging to a new assault

Endless wishes for light and bright futures 
Happy dancing dreams of peace 
Interrupted by slashing, bloody limbs 
Tear stained cheeks battered and bruised 
Disillusioned and broken 
The painful reality 
A floor again and again 
The recipient of head slamming

But keep the altar spotless 
Set no black magic upon me 
And watch the gas cannisters fly 
Slow motion in the air 
Blinking red, white, and blue lights

Bombs bursting in air 
Gave proof through the night 
That indictment was not there 
Oh say does that victory you seek 
Have any peace left in it? 
In the land of the 'V' 
Where freedom is still craved

Black God, Black Jesus, Black Jack 
Kicked back to painful awareness 
This booted thug 
Keeps swiping my cigars and cell phones 
Won't let me bash in a window 
From within my blood puddling under my head

And in the Heartland 
Cuddling angry pundits 
Strike fear into digital seamstresses

Black Friday, Black Tuesday, Black Heaven 
Cradling my sinless heart 
Feigning revolution with Tools of the Man 
Will you send me next to slay foreigners? 
Can we see the actual threat 
Beyond the Lusitanias and WMD?

Whether domestic or extravagant 
Pussy footing or missile-hardened 
The time for protest is upon us 
When women are used as slanders 
When children are brandished as shields 
When no shadow shall remain unlit 
When no spot shall remain unbleached 
When there is no room for compromise 
And when vengeance is on the lips 
Of mourners and those demanding justice

Swing low, sweet scythe 
Coming for to bury me soon 
Swing low, sweet water wheel 
Giving me a far too good deal

Make mine the submission, Lord 
Make it contrition, Goddess 
Help me reject the means of my undoing 
Riddle me with the tears of my perfection

Pick up the body, form the wake, 
Expect no redeemers 
All the black keys are ready 
All the white shiny teeth are smiling 
Prepare the spotless flag 
We may handle with crisp white gloves 
Then wrap it as a shroud 
Around another Brown body 
Inconveniently interrupting our program 
And set it on the curb for pick-up 
Thankful that at least he was spared the indignity 
Of Waterboarding 
Or having electrodes secured to his genitals.
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copyright 2018, a taoist city monk (nagasiva yronwode)

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