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WEDNESDAY (6/17/09)


O! The minute has come to address the rotten deeds of your foul-smelling, toothless fear! May you and your murderous brethren spend an eternity with only love in your hearts memorizing every moment of the lives you ended and the hatred you encouraged. May your hearts be full of an unsoiled love swimming inside you evermore!

Shawna Forde Has Direct Ties to Extremist National Minuteman Groups
May every waking moment be filled with Brisenia's lovely face and innocent eyes bringing her to boil in your dreams the faces of all those you've polluted! O! Damn your decaying carcasses full of the world’s abhorrence! Lop off your thoughts steeped in the shameless foam of immorality!

Minuteman Gunny Bush, Forde’s Murderous Partner
Yes! You too should see the innocent faces swimming in your soulless, wanton thoughts, while you stir and even as you sleep, never to be free again of their countenance! Witness unattainable and sparkling love swimming in your spirit forevermore! To the bedraggled edge of anguish may you reside without love’s nectar!

Minutemen Leaders Cannot Back Peddle From Long Association with Forde
May your every living thought be consumed in remorse at your hateful instructions as nature makes a charade of your loveless judgment and dreadful actions.

May you, most lovely child, forever bring living hope and love to those of us in need, and may your father hold your hand while you both ascend this, our madness.

Your plea, dearest mother, your call for help within such living hell has been heard and we must bestow upon you all the unfettered love in our grateful breathe!

Su súplica, más estimada madre, su llamada para la ayuda dentro de tal infierno de vida ha sido oída...



© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman



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