| 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. |
| All Poetry Written By: Peter J. Ragus |