Putin Urges Average Ukrainian’s To Accept His Takeover Of Ukraine Before A Dirty Bomb Incident In Proposed ‘Stop Hitting Yourself — Why Are You Hitting Yourself – “Peace” Accords’

(THIS APPARATUS MUST BE UNEARTHED)

–reconsider redefinitions of violence, and carry slutty brides over every threshold of truth–

knock knock -⚠️[[[Russia’s ‘dirty bomb’ claims fuel fears Putin is planning his own escalation ]]]⚠️⚠️

an eye for a lie – a tooth for a truth

“Death should not surprise the man who joyfully plants its seeds in the garden under his stewardship; it shall delight him unto bursting through his windows and breaking down his door and spilling its bloom ever over his stoop. It shall wake with him in his bed and find him in its eternal dream.” – Parables of Justice, Cypress Butane

I’ve been waiting for so long
For someone to mend all the blame
It was raining down fingers
The inbreeds remain
Anonymous
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You came here on time
I just hope that it’s not too late
I’ve seen you at night
Biting the frost of silence
Can you cure us of this fate
Mock the litany in its face
Is that you, Moatilliatta?
I’ve been waiting for so long
For someone to mend all the blame
They blew talks about reckons
But the senses rot
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Hex zero rouge
He’ll hibernate no more
The altars run dry
Prefect dictate your final words
Does it sting of augur truth
Was your temple left in ruins?
Is that you, Moatilliatta?
I’ve been waiting for so long
For someone to mend all the blame
I was tossing a sanctum
And left for drad
Anonymous
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This is the altar
The one that you let me die in
On your knees, how you wept
Much like Omertà
The quiet has shielded all intent
On the ground it appears like a wrath
Avenging the lamb as bait
In a bed of nails we made
Who is this effigy?
Is there straw dressed in these fields?
And now it won’t be long
I’ve been waiting for so long
For someone to mend all the blame
They blew talks about reckons
But the senses rot
Anonymous
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