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Fuck the Pope
Nope, no filter switch but the Pope is Hitler’s little bitch.
Back in the fine scene of their story, the 1940’s the squirrely clergy hurried to jock and play with Doctor Mengele? They can fuck off and pray!
Gold Tooth Alliance boldly screwing with science was coldly misusing religious license towards commiserated violence!
Promises to the bereaved, obstinance cleaved with Protestants on their knees and Osterman’s products of disease fluttered by during Night of the Butterfly. I’m not religious just vicious in my missive so I don’t mutter and lie.
But popping again for Dr. Osterman, saved, I didn’t stutter or say why…
…but the happening object of the Manhattan Project was snapping off while in a far fought span was chopping up land, spherical and empirical to respell…
…a miracle I can tell...
…to change locations and for later generations leave easy…
…Tel Aviv to Assissi.
No abolishment of slave trades, ever! “Gosh, that would’ve meant a great cost!” And resolve during non-involvement during the lucky fucking Holocaust: Feel the fate of changing real estate. No escape was the wager of the Vatican for that caper so I’ll rap it again to jape those curs…
…Nope, no filter switch, but the Pope was ALWAYS Hitler’s Little Bitch.
Rope the rat! Pope Ratzinger as a brat lingered awful and loose with the Nazi Youth, choosing lessons since he was prepubescent. Heaven sent? Only if Heaven was land development by increments. You heard this curse dispersed first in this verse. My rap fingers Ratzinger, Pope under an anal scope!
Back in the fine scene of their story, the 1940’s the squirrely clergy hurried to jock and play with Doctor Mengele? They can fuck off and pray!
Gold Tooth Alliance boldly screwing with science was coldly misusing religious license towards commiserated violence!
Promises to the bereaved, obstinance cleaved with Protestants on their knees and Osterman’s products of disease fluttered by during Night of the Butterfly. I’m not religious just vicious in my missive so I don’t mutter and lie.
But popping again for Dr. Osterman, saved, I didn’t stutter or say why…
…but the happening object of the Manhattan Project was snapping off while in a far fought span was chopping up land, spherical and empirical to respell…
…a miracle I can tell...
…to change locations and for later generations leave easy…
…Tel Aviv to Assissi.
No abolishment of slave trades, ever! “Gosh, that would’ve meant a great cost!” And resolve during non-involvement during the lucky fucking Holocaust: Feel the fate of changing real estate. No escape was the wager of the Vatican for that caper so I’ll rap it again to jape those curs…
…Nope, no filter switch, but the Pope was ALWAYS Hitler’s Little Bitch.
Rope the rat! Pope Ratzinger as a brat lingered awful and loose with the Nazi Youth, choosing lessons since he was prepubescent. Heaven sent? Only if Heaven was land development by increments. You heard this curse dispersed first in this verse. My rap fingers Ratzinger, Pope under an anal scope!
Published 16th Nov 2012
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16th Nov 2012 8:41pm
Awesome write, I could feel your emotions in the text and for a lot of poets that's hard to communicate with their words. I really enjoyed it.
- Cinny
- Cinny
17th Nov 2012 2:49pm
Thank you for giving it a shot. No one's untouchable and I caught a glimpse of my enemy on the telly just before this freestyle popped. For me it was a direct hit up to the man.
18th Nov 2012 2:38am
Trust me, I've wrote many free verse poems directed at people on instinct, whether it's God (whom I do not believe in) or it is someone I see on the street who just happens to piss me off. Either way, it was a great write and a great read.
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15th Jan 2013 11:18pm
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