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Hunting Giants

Knowing the way of human waste, born sure
Blowing away human scrapes as a reformer
Was the inhuman mistake of Christopher Dorner.
Should’ve blown up everything he sat on.

Instead of showing up, innocents blasted, gone!
Too much in his files to put him on trial.
Cops everywhere were right to fear
Christopher Dorner didn’t corner miles.

He had light years.

Always bucking what’s ill-fitting
So I’m not fucking kidding
In the land of the blind?

The one eyed man is stoned to death!

I stand and climb on tongue-divided RAM
Clone my firebreath!
When humanity is entirely wrecked?

Bloody, muddy floods check!
I’ll ride the crest of mire
Putting death to liars

Bless the pyre--I l already smell mine!
Bells chime when
This unwell mind bends!

Pell mell time ascends,
Through Hell’s climb and then?
Spells I find extend.

I gel and unwind with friends
Who saw outlaws as norm
Devout to causes scorned!

So pause me in raw form?
Claws free, paws shorn.
Staasi laws torn

Cease to spin like East Berlin
After Ozzie Osbourne!

“Mama I’m Coming Home”
Wanna be running my dome.
“No More Tears”
Grow more years, show your fears.
Flow for ears that know love sears!
I’m a “Dreamer”
Those who’ve seen my memes
Beam! I’m the cleaner
I glean and concur a steamy scene
Epiphany leans on me and I preen her!
Get near me ma’am and I can clear
Appearances I’m a “Miracle Man”
My spherical plan hears the whole scan!
I take an anti-empirical stand, fear no rolling land-grab scam!
(Fuck the testament seen of Manifest Destiny, and the Go Fuckyourself Option of the Monroe Doctrine)
I’m here by my hands. Weary of clerical slams?
I peer and call the span!
So “Time After Time”
I find the status ladder’s design
But crime matters more to mine,
So my rhyme patters and climbs!

Reclaim your mind.
Stains don’t blind; mistakes unwind.
Showing what aches behind the lines.

Retrain your time.
Main aim is NOW
“HOW?” is mine
TAO remains, everytime.

So I dismiss nothing.
Because gist isn’t a fluff thing.
Mist is ruffling.

Morality is self-sculpted.
So I’m culpable of mocking police.
Immortality is the ultimate cock tease!

Brattiest thing ever: Desire to CONTROL immortality!
Is that why gods of old wanted Prometheus so badly?
That cold figure, golden wizard, ally re-jiggered

Took a turn to equalize the picture
Went over the learning of bolder burning
So human soldiers could more than squirm in--

Place when Gods played Chaos Chase.
Tense, murmuring humans had a chance
To re-churn the whole thing!

It was odds against, but then again
So was the overturning Vietnamese presence.
We all know what those peasants
Did to the world’s biggest threat!
Written by LokiOfLiterati
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