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Atlas Winced: Terra So FellA Book by Jonny The SavageA bold mockery of the post-modern world and its hypocrisies through the use of a protagonist named Atlas, who figuratively carries the world on his sh.. |
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ResonanceA Poem by Jonny The SavageIt all comes down to resonance. If matter is, indeed, just energy condensed to a slow vibration, then we must be a pack of discordant half-wits playin.. |
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The Ultimate Victory of the PropagandistA Poem by Jonny The SavageIt is in the ultimate victory of the propagandist that I find today. As we we praise mercenaries maintaining multi-national interests for "defending" .. |
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We All Play but Tragic HeroesA Poem by Jonny The SavageIt's like watching a horror movie,This sad state of human affairs.The damage is done but the cogs care not,Too much to consume to pretend to care.A da.. |
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IgnitionA Poem by Jonny The SavageI want to write to igniteThe people's will to fight. |
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The Only Winning Move is not to PlayA Poem by Jonny The SavageI see it in your face every day, the naive confusion, the sinking suspicion that something is very wrong here. When the game is fixed, the only winnin.. |
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The End of the RopeA Story by Jonny The SavageI've reached the end of my rope. I suppose it was an inevitability that I'd foreseen in my adolescence; but my God, how can everything be so valueless.. |
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This is "Progress"?A Poem by Jonny The SavageI can't help but feel that the world we're living in is all wrong. That the "progress" you fight for is history laughing at us once again. That there .. |
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A Rally of CricketsA Poem by Jonny The SavageThe West is rapidly becoming a shadow of its former self in the name of "progress". The level of social engineering is rather incredible when one take.. |
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Storybooks of LiesA Poem by Jonny The SavageI've told myself storybooks of lies,Just trying to find meaning in this life. |
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PurityA Poem by Jonny The SavagePurity is the enemy of time. Only in a vacuum can one die of old age and remain innocent. Guilty is what all of us are. Guilty of complacency, guilty .. |
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Will you Still Call it Freedom?A Poem by Jonny The SavageIn the New America, everything is a poor reflection of its former self - a faded photograph, in a memory box, covered in dust and dropping in neglect... |
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No Good Deed Goes UnpunishedA Poem by Jonny The SavageThis life is one of constant mourning; tears for men you'll never meet that've sacrificed everything for people who will never even know their names. .. |
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The TruthA Poem by Jonny The SavageThe truth is the truth because it's the truth - it doesn't matter who believes it! |
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The EnemyA Poem by Jonny The SavageHatred has always been the enemy of this planet. |
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Sanity is RelativeA Poem by Jonny The SavageOne thing I've noticed in the last few years is that sanity is relative. Views which would have been laughed out of existence a decade ago are being p.. |
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$©ien©e™A Poem by Jonny The SavageIn these strange times, one may notice the somewhat recent godhood of $©ien©e™and its odd ilk, the faithful. At first glance, it appea.. |
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The Curtain CallA Poem by Jonny The SavageI had once believed that we could change our course, that the iceberg was avoidable, but alas, the only thing that's changed is me. The more you grow .. |
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Like So Many DinosaursA Poem by Jonny The SavageI don't like labels. I don't enjoy scraping the brand off of my forehead. I don't relish being put into a disembodied box, existing only in ignorant v.. |
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VirtueA Poem by Jonny The SavageWhen faced with nothing else, virtue either becomes a way of life or is disregarded entirely. |
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