such
dis-solace a woman to her reaper—to die forever to live forever while such to
perish forever; too complicated such a god-plex while it’s so hard to reason.
so much in vain, for nothing might change, while officers damn near ran away.
such implications such color agendas or terrorists given privilege. so
untouched so much for freedom while one disputes those agendas. too much to
accept too little to die while we say the word “martyr.” so dissatisfied such
shattered tomorrows while days have felt quite unrelaxed: a mother fried a
daughter died a father petting his angels. so transfixed such fracture our
terrified Government. protesting will be examined, Trump will be examined, even
God will be summonsed. as most are “hands off” many are “hands on” or many are
too indifferent to peek. such roads as crawling to realize Democracy is still
at war. (we see differences, more aggression, more determination. such power in
reading, so thoroughly, one grips a set of human rights.) to push like savages
while we must avoid a massacre with souls pushed into universal damnation; pure
inflammation a contemned soul while it never matters to the bigger picture.
alive like fugitives it’s such a pain that one says, “I will die a violent
death.” so low in chakras so bitter in distaste where we might see a need in
military presence. it dances differently it screams while it shocked officers;
such explosion such rupture while there was an absence of Democracy: so, I love
you so much, I will wreck you so much, where you must obey me!
