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Parables-Soiled

Later on I asked the man who hadn’t been one—what his punishment should be—for I

could have turned him to the police—but wasn’t feasible then—he said-I can leave my

family—and bed with a man—like I used to—but your violence is against your god andhis church—he said—I must leave these grounds soon—or lose my child—and be grief-

stricken--

Parables-Mentem supra

For years—there was nothing but abes—and their wrongs—and every time—I went out

—they ring out—our own—my owns—and then I realized I shall have them no more—

that the abel would come home—to the source—and instantly the thought was with them —and they’d smile and grin, with compromise—and then watching P’am—all the

turmoil—she was from—we knew she’s coming too—for that world would burn out—

and they did smile at her—and think—she comes from him—and returns—it is good— and she was content—for all the darkness that’d leave us--



Parables-Known

The beaten are sunk in the pits that are made—low, by the nets—your feet are taken—

whether you are for the judgments I bring or not—the deeds are done—the words—areset—only after the snares—have been closed—and opened--

Parables-Asra/Amy

There was these two asras—came out of sewers—wanted to be an actress and a singer—

and hung on to gay men—figuring it’s the only way—but none were good—and I could

smell the waste on them—and asked they shouldn’t be in front of the rabble—the stenchso dense—it incited violence--and she wanted these non-men, to rise again—and to beat

up real’s--but their own silenced them—and none would ever be allowed near the lord—

or his children--

Parables-Amy (Asras)

Your hive is red—sits in hell, and unkempt—too gay—unclean—I’ve drawn you--and

felt the putrid scents you emit--you’re not allowed near my names—not here—nor inGermany by their Newton—not ever in aloneness—no way at home—not in a 10,000

years or more—long after all Asras—are foiled--



Parables-The letter

Dear Pamela—its true you had what was once called—possession by demons—but you

went through—with the help of myself—good nines—and amen—but you’ve been out

for weeks—I’ve fed you out of my own mouth—discreet—but serenely—and you sit inhell—every form of lout and red lesbian—says they hear my name—and neither tis voice

nor the keep is for Amy’s and Asras--of this faith—they shouldn’t be—nor could you

ever not-return—to your berth—which is hooshang—our name—

Parables-Soiled

Later on I asked the man who hadn’t been one—what his punishment should be—for I

could have turned him to the police—but didn’t see to it then—he said-I can leave myfamily—and bed with a man—like I used to—but your violence is against your god and

his church—he said—I must leave these grounds soon, then—or lose my child—and be

grief-stricken--

Parables-Asra/Amy

There was these two asras—came out of sewers—wanted to be an actress and a singer—

and hung on to gay men—figuring it’s the only way—but none were good—and I couldsmell the waste on them—and asked they shouldn’t be in front of the rabble—the stench

so dense—it incited violence--and she wanted these non-men, to rise again—and to beat

up real men--but their own silenced them—and none would ever be allowed near the lord

—or his children--



Parables-Amen

I thought out loud—to amen—for only, they may understand—and be worth of your respect—but the strangest were these Hojabras—and Asras of this reign—people

listening out for their voices—is something—but following scents of their own waste—

which gives rise to these gasses, that bring turmoil—

And ignorance to their own races—and I heard you say—they are all under nines or doors—but nothing I’ve seen—says these bodies—aren’t effected by the stench, of their

source—that anything—but evil resides, and twists their fates—

Parables-Pam-8th

And after being saved—by the grace of angels—your first move was to call your parents

names—and the pan would turn—almost every hour—and there were rows—and you flip —and these lesbians and backs—they use you, without compassion—mercy or grace—

and each time we stood up for your right to live—(they’d say she has to starve to death)--

these sames would protest, act out—and sell you down the river—as they’d myself--

So all acts for return of P’am, to the source—were finished--completed here—eighth--



Parables-Red shift

This red-shift hive on hell—amy and nicole—are the waste-laid, I have known them for

every wrong, the very scents—they send a black dog to do a mans job—and should they

ever come by my names—that hive is done for—I shall see that by the time my feetreturns-she holds not one glimpse of hope—of resurrection—of her states—of leading the

believers and—non—for haste—I shall assign them to the sewers—forever-in the name

of the Eighth--

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Two--Acts-II