Friday, August 13, 2004
A LITTLE POETRY
By Stockton
Here at LB in '04, Friday is Aryan Poetry Day. Tired of Dylan Thomas and Lord Byron. Caress you eyes with the loving chants of White Supremicists.
That is just a sampling of Aryan artistry. We were too choked up to cut and paste the entire poem.
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By Stockton
Here at LB in '04, Friday is Aryan Poetry Day. Tired of Dylan Thomas and Lord Byron. Caress you eyes with the loving chants of White Supremicists.
German Celt Girl
10-03-2001, 05:33 AM
For The Love of an Aryan ManFor the love of an Aryan man I sought.The love of a white man I got.The difference is clear by anyones sight.Pride & loyalty compared to monatary gains & stocks.
I sought after him.A lifetime of searching sorrow is what I got.Not for a day of glee and harmony.
White man's love for money is what I got.
Soon I realized the error of my ways.The difference is clear by the light of day.Nightness falls by a lonesome bay.I see him lightened by the full moon's rays.
For the love of an Aryan man I sought.Standing there throughout all my thoughts.Wishing he was him and him, he.I cannot shake my dream of an Aryan man standing before me.
That is just a sampling of Aryan artistry. We were too choked up to cut and paste the entire poem.
