Giving in to the jewess is the final redpill. To the goy, there is nothing higher than a fertile jewess with a foreskin fetish and a thirst for goy jizz.

They entire Jewish pseudo race is built around using the jewess as a weapon, by having her seduce the genetically superior goys. That's why Judaism is matrilineal. The jewlet is then circumcised to partially neuter him, nagged into submission, and networked with other Jews to acquire capital for the jewess ruling class. Nature has endowed the jewess with extraordinary powers of seduction over many generations, powers that allow even mediocre-looking jewess to acquire high-level goy sperm.

Most people don't know this, but circumcision in the US was a carefully designed plot to allow the white race to survive, by throwing off the foreskin sensing organ located in the jewess' upper palate. It was believed that the jewess would then assume the white males were fellow Jews and avoid seducing them.

i will post the one poem i wrote between now and the last time you posted a poetry thread

it's a villanelle, and a shameless ripoff of "do not go gentle..." (albeit with different subject matter)

i also broke a few rules 'cause i suck

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Yesterday owes us a fortune and more
Than bitch-made clothes for dogs and paupers
"And fret," say, "for those who envy the whore!"

D'you not propose her extravagant lore
With gilded ivory, plastic, and silver uncanny?
Do fret for those who envy the whore.

Oh, yet tomorrow brings promise of solace
Which heralds the talents and goodness she'd wore?
Alas, with each plateau, the days grow more aweless

If watered-down witches, who shatter our indoors,
Could soften the intake of hazardous bezoars,
Perhaps we'd no longer need be your mentors

Fixated instead are we 'tached to this whore,
While envy and hunger and fear runs ashore...
Belated, our enemy's friendly once more

The vigorous and violent and twisted ecstatic
Confined in her headspace, behavior erratic
Although it seems futile, they'll scream it 'til sore,
"Fret for those who envy the whore."

When the world quiets down the madness I hear
Not clearly, but muffled, for I haven't lowered my jaw
however much I scream it's something I can't bear
I'm nearly perfect but I pinch myself to feel and that is my flaw

I love True, and that is true
True melts my heart
and tells me to get a clue
True makes me not smart

If I bathe in the Great Fairy's Fountain I should heal up

My intrinsic ballistic multisyllabic rhymes are imperialistic to time, capturing the essence of design. .
They're divine or insane are my visions from the brain containing the transcendental planes from whence the the earth was not the same.
Then come psychedelic divisions and incisions into these visions of raps undergoing nuclear fission
where my rhymes produce zero-point energies that create depolarization induced suppression of inhibition of my sinister lyrical intermission of the fission.
Or fusion, where light escapes the primordial soup at terminal velocities, sparking life to withstand the atrocities
Anatomically diverting energy of the mind unto time where cats kill for a dime or a sign flashed.
Releasing a blast of poetical dashes faster than twisters with multiple vortices, consequentially.
I'm extraordinary, favored like the preferiti, I'm architecturally erecting artistic flow like Michelangelo.
Like Marco Polo, I've traveled across the land, through desert sands, there and back again and as you stand among this grand invention.
You will swear it was divine intervention that started your ascension through these lyrical dimensions.

Gib subject, will poem for you.