July 9, 2017
It came to him like an omen; a soaring bird called twitter, stretching his figures onto the keyboard and pounded on it like a possessed dragon. Spewing his anger to the universe with his words that was embedded with poisonous messages to divide the masses. With a smirk on his face he lingers in the vestibule filled with ancestral poison twittering away his unsubstantial agenda. His mind works like lucifer the deceiver whose work is to bring disturbance to the masses. Now this is what I call the possessed twitterer; he aims to destroy humanity and all the good in it.
Posted by exilsmith in Adventures of Life, Poems, Pop Culture Tags: Agenda, divide, humanity, Message, Omen, Possessed, Trump, Twitter
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