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Down with Authority
Screams The Minority
As Theyre Led to Crimson Death
America Leads The "Rape Of Nations"
There Are No More Negotiations
There is Only Crimson Death
The Number Of Bodies Outnumber The Bags
The U.N Seizes Iraqi Flags
While France Just Drags..........
Its Feet, And Is Left Behind
Nuclear War Is The Fear Of Mankind
So America Was Looking For Weapons?
I Dont Know But They Found Nothing
And Destroyed The Already War-torn Country
So America Was Looking For Weapons?
No.........They Wanted Territory
America Is The Weapon
In This Devilish Tug-Of-War
And The More You War The More You Tug
Crimson Death Is A Valued Drug
America.....Is Addicted.....To Power!
My PoeTRy Ummm
The "Rape Of Nations"
The Human (xo)
Strangely Diluded Artistic Disruption
Crushed by The Songs Of Time
A Line Of Heads Readied For Me
The Apocaliptic Reason Of Death
The Meaning Of Life....
Obnoxious and Deranged
The Spineless, Shameless Example Of a Human
Humanity Boiled, Coiled, and Curled
Inside of an Empty Soul
Binded and Brewed beside Flawless Minds
The Time is Here and Now
The Present is The Past Embodied in hints....
Of The Future
Stylings of A Staind Beyond
Realistic Rhapsodies, Ballads, and Chords
Played By Deaths Vision of a Hard Earned now
Pros And Cons
Im a Conman Laced With Anger...DANGER
Im a Stranger Laced With Hate
Conclusions To Unsolved Mysteries
Sadated Views On Politics, Smiling Faces
Frowning Thoughts.... Unearthed Answers
To Questions, Asked One To Many Times
Conquered Land, Decisions....Decisions
Dangerouos Man, Stranger With A Cause
Im A ConMan Fuck You Too.
MoRe Of My PoeTry Shit..Ok
All Poetry Written By: Peter J. Ragus
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