Pen and Paper
I am the slave,
the pen is my master.
It commands me to write,
more and more, faster and faster.
The paper is calling,
it’s screaming my name.
Why do they force me,
have they no shame?
Forced are my thoughts,
through the pen they do flow.
Who are they to coerce,
are they friends, are they foe?
I wish to stop now,
asylum I do seek.
For my hand does grow tired,
as well my mind grows weak.
But they won’t allow me to stop,
there’s no ending in sight.
They demand I continue,
so I shall… write, write, write.
Epstein Facts and Theory
It is unsettling to watch the gross behavior of people online. Those who will condemn pedophiles out of one side of their mouth while clearly promoting Leftist propaganda and lies out of the other side. Let’s assume there was an Epstein client list. Considering all the rumors about what might be on that list and who might have been involved, do you honestly think the list would still exist? It’s widely rumored that both Obama and Clinton were on the list, and there are many claims that the Clintons [...]
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