Give Black At? (the Ant fat plait)

Give black
Their shirk quacked
Walked in rings around His
Might in fact

As to give back
As though had
No theft been from
Those not black

That when given
Might black bidden
To give to black
Every that
Reframes meaning
Readily love teaming
Yet how combat
Conjunction with less available fact
Of love far
To you are
Which words harnessed
On par

Giving black love far
Need sustain the long grain
Of account test
For how the liver loves best

Since
By lies associated defied
Loves truest test
Reconciled tension

Between kidney's blood cleansing
And healthy liver contributions
The liver alone can't define
Who has failed childhood by crime

Children in mind
Whose finds
Hell did bind
Motherhood ought not be blind

So those whom supposed
Their own heart's advantage thereby
Through circles formed of many kind
Might best remember this mine

Each bodily sphincter
Circles in time
To the tune of real life
Naught but Allah's count of dice

For each and everybody's fight
Will transact these rules as I
By Kabbalah
Now Shari'ah
Jesus is Isa and victor

Think black
Love for
Give back
All but
That your own need at
Love for
Given black

When the oppression of race is
Recognised distaste for
Liver's production
Of reality's witness
Then might
No black man poor
For heart's sustained have
Eternity to give for

A Poem About, The Dude in Mention, Whom Kidnapped and Abused, By Windy Corner's Rouse, Thus to M.C.S.S. this Fuse.

Windy Corner's Fusion

I once mentioned
To a person bent on
Undermining Australians
That our culture depends on
The unravelling certain
Of pride's stations
That re-assembling might
Children's clues provide
As to who from we need hide

And so he tried
Bump up our pride
Since his purpose
Was to set up our nation
To take on false blames of
The over exposing of children
But he also did try
Convince us that why
We needed his type
Of Pride
Just might
Be a left winger's right
When in fact his own plight
Was neo-nazism's blight
Held down I found
By Yakuza fashioned
Mental imprisonment rounds

And guess what
He failed to have got
Might my pride not
Conceal of too long
That by Juda my song
Did he thus steal of
Not realising of course
That being accountiblity in pride
Is to become our lies
Thus social pressures conspired
That his fellow criminals decided
(While yakuza rebels his decisions abided)
To vote Labor this time

That perhaps he best not
Continue to rot
In his own pride
Never agreed with inside
Of his own mind
While the rest of us find
What he stole from us
Which could not be of
Sanity we have got
Without the victory applied

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