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12 Hours & 23 Days
A Poem
Temple leaders preach that whites and blacks can work and educate together but must only love their kind. A separate personal life where the two never meet, never shall they intertwine.
Our colorless love is more valuable than their priceless Michelangelo work of art. Once our union is revealed they conspire to keep and tear us apart.
Thieves from your Ivory Temple steal my love away. It’s been 12 hours and 23 days.
They say to live a life free of sin and heaven will be yours to see. How in hell am I to live in this world without my love, without my heart, without my Bree?
Temple Thieves take my love away in the middle of a moonless starless night, to a convent of zealots a world away. Reprograming her thoughts and feelings for me, conditioning my love to willingly stay.
Her presence is my superpower I can personally attest. Three little words only she delivers with a caring heartfelt address.
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU… never again will I hear Bree say. Temple Thieves celebrate now, for you too shall have your Judgment Day.
Your prejudice has unleashed a heartless sadistic human shell. Satanic qualities sending me on a fast track to my own private hell.
I thirst not for the womanly fluids of my once-in-a-lifetime love. For I only yearn to spill and taste the Temple Thieve’s blood.
Shackles of love and life vanquished for vicious vengeance, you perverted fucks will hear my tearless cry. Now able to run full speed into your blinding pit of hate unafraid, lusting to kill, ready to die.
Why God has thou forsaken me, allowing my one true love to be taken away? It’s as though she’s been gone forever, 12 hours and 23 days.
