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Propaganda


Psalm 11:2 New English Translation (NET Bible)

2 For look, the wicked prepare their bows,
they put their arrows on the strings,
to shoot in the darkness at the morally upright.

 

Satire

 

The rolling lips of CNN and sisters CBS, and the 2 C's

Spew iniquity like foam spreading it across the globe

Bad breath the least to worry about as you can see

As mire overflows septic tanks of them in the "know"

 

Does scum disappear by self or does it simply harden?

Dictators stated it would stay around for it is in-destructive

Well it seems they have been right for evil gets a pardon

As truth waters down through time to be less inductive

 

Tooting the horns of iniquity are major communicators

In competition with themselves for the “almighty” buck

I wish it was so simple for these self-appointed truth-haters

As darkness goes much deeper and that is why it sucks

 

A simple plan to bring down the true-good intention

To teach even our children that sinfulness is a bliss

The end surely insight and depression not to mention

That will destroy civilization through the serpent’s kiss

 

“Too late to turn” appears indeed to be the destination

Fruitfulness still insight as we polish just rotten apples

Will give them away free to everyone’s consternation

Until the Day of Judgment as on and on we dapple

 

Jan Wienen

 

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