philosophy
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I laugh at the little men Tate’s, Who spread against women, hate These so called hard men who rape, Because they feel so inferior There real issues are interior, They feel impotent by strong women And so try to find away to oppress them, They fear being equal, for they crave power But these macho
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The ICE men cometh And we must resist, There is no place For fascism to exist, There is no force Greater than the people , United together We cannot be beaten, Where we teach The proud boys, How to be meek Let’s be the authority, To destroy these weak The Gestapo killers and thugs The
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Bring on the days And we’ll fight the law, Before going home And making love some more, Bring on the dog days Being chased by ICE, And we will dance and laugh While behind their masks, They’ll sweat in sacrifice Of those they take orders from, But during these dog days That won’t last too
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Two souls collide While everyone else divides, But true love is a magnet That pulls two souls in, And be it night or day Two souls love floats away, Bulletproofed to outside hate Love will never discriminate, And love is often an act of fate Only missed by those who turn away, But love often
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Do we live in some duality It seems hard to know, Am I supposed to just sit and watch Or am I supposed to get involved, In all the chaos around the world Or should I just focus on the stuff at home, With everything that’s going on How are we ever meant to know,
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https://substack.com/@meaghanwilsonanastasios/note/c-198157214?r=130rx3
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The exigencies rip out of my chest I let the scream rip out my throat, As I passionately and resolutely protest Against the way life’s going, right down hill, And it’s so hard to swallow like the bitterest pill, I struggle to contend with this I struggle even more to make any sense of it,
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The essence of the being And the creative feeling, The touch causes sparks Between bodies in the dark, The pleasure and the ecstasy That washes over caressingly, The moment when our vibrations Sync and all start to align, As we reach a mutual climax As our bodies move and thrust in time, Oh, what joy
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