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Frederick Charles Jenkins Morton
First Poem

Ode To The Death Of Evil (Poem 1)
By Frederick (Charles Jenkins) Morton
Original
What is it that we have here;
A big fat lying unnatural queer.

A sight unseen no name to hear;
With an intimate friend, another queer.

You rule with evil, with your spouses be;
Your followers you rule, who choose not to see.
    
    

Your invisible numbers were unseen;
But now we know, what that means.

The time is here, for you to see;
No more queers, for anyone to be.

The light is upon us, for you to know;
The time is here for you to go.

Invisible you were, but not to keen;
Now we see the sight unseen.

Invisible energy you penetrate;
The soul with fear you try to take.
    
    

When conscience is strong and alive and awake;
Your underminding won't work and you'll make a mistake.

Your end is upon you as we revere;
You die a big fat worthless unnatural queer.
Extended
What is it that we have here;
A big fat lying unnatural queer.

A sight unseen no name to hear;
With an intimate friend, another queer.

You rule with evil, with your spouses be;
Your followers you rule, who choose not to see.
(Your disciples you own, who don't want to be free;
Don't even “think” about trying it with me.)

Your invisible numbers were unseen;
But now we know, what that means.

The time is here, for you to see;
No more queers, for anyone to be.

The light is upon us, for you to know;
The time is here for you to go.

Invisible you were, but not to keen;
Now we see the sight unseen.

Invisible energy you penetrate;
The soul with fear you try to take.
(The eeewaves you use are powerful and great;
But when everyone else gets it ~ it will come down to fate.)

When conscience is strong and alive and awake;
Your underminding won't work and you'll make a fatal mistake.

Your end is upon you as we revere;
You die a big fat worthless unnatural queer.
The End Is Near, The End Is Here.