Jump To JudgmentsA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
the charger cord should have
fit into the small port, but it didn't and he made it fit and he cost himself a week's pay in the process should've let his rationality take over, should've let the emotional whims pass into the ether but that didn't occur and needless suffering occurred and now let the unrealistic but somewhat connectable tissue grow outward and downward if you lived in West Memphis at anytime, you probably believe the Satanic influence was there you probably thought that the three defendants were members of a witch's coven that worshiped Lucifer nightly and that coven decided to sacrifice a young trio to satisfy their deity's needs and nobody, nobody ever stopped to wonder why a demigod or a god for that matter, would need a sacrifice? and nobody on the inside of the West Memphis limits would stop and see how ludicrous the entire situation was? one was posturing, one was following, one was borderline not there mentally but that didn't seem to matter at all a one-to-one correspondence of sacrifices was needed to quell the goddess of Justice, three male teens for three male children the locals of West Memphis must think Lucifer runs the special effects department, because even harmless immersion in the occult does not hide the last influence of the deceiver and so three innocents waste away for two decades, while three smaller innocents never receive the justice they truly deserve connecting a broken smart-phone to a great injustice in American legal history rather belittling, isn't it? yet, the thinking connecting the events, that base, rash jump to judgments without letting time pass first, human thinking is the main component here it's just a matter of scale, and until humans evolve out of it, expect it to be there for the rest of our collective existence
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4 Reviews Added on August 4, 2014 Last Updated on August 4, 2014 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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