Always it’s
the righteous man,
Under god,
and flying stealth…
When given
ample lengths of rope
Will eventually
hang himself.
Most of the
rabid book burners
Hide porno
on their shelves…
Give them
enough crosses;
They will
crucify themselves.
I’ve seen
too many tall trees,
Burn down to
smoke and ash…
As weak men
cover trails
With a
single safety match.
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