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Joseph Narusiewicz

Freshman - 1,167 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Dirty Little Dream


Have you seen the end of the world
Curled up to your last ripe sin
We sit on the evening clock
Cannibals of Zeus and democracy

Do you loathe what we've become
Our rings rub the horns of satyrs
Life surrounded by eternal purity
Stare like wanton beggars at the stars

Mercy blossoms in the apple orchard
Blue azure grace in the sky
The universe a divine rose
Everything a Holy Testimony

Since they did not like to retain
God in their knowledge
He gave them up to a reprobate mind
Being filled with all kinds of unrighteousness

Their men burned with lust toward other men
Their women leaving nature lusted other women
Knowing the judgement of God
That they that do such things are worthy of death

She loves the morally decadent
He makes love with rubber mirrors
Oh how we protect our grandiosity
They're mixing DNA of more species

Freedom to be greedy and decadent
More species gone and in zoos
Globalism a disease of genocide
What are we to do in our dirty little dream

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
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